Voltage

(EAW intro plays.)

(The camera shows highlights of last week’s Super Voltage: F*ck Your Thanksgiving, showing a recap of the event and all of the matches. After this, the camera fades and opens back up to the Brookshire Grocery Arena in Shreveport, Louisiana, where Sunday Night Voltage will take place tonight. The fans in attendance cheer loudly as the opening pyro for the night shoots out from the stage, before the camera cuts to the commentary table where Rich Russillo, Thadd Blazevich and Persephone are seen.)

Rich Russillo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the FINAL Sunday Night Voltage before Road to Redemption! I am Rich Russillo, and with me are Thadd Blazevich and Persephone Tsitsipas!

Thadd Blazevich: That’s the final marquee event of the year dude, and I am SO stoked for it! I can’t wait for this one, bro.

Persephone: I can. At least there are Extreme Elimination Chambers, otherwise I don’t know why I’ll even be there.

(The camera pans to the ring, where the Voltage Commissioner, Captain Charisma can be seen. He is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in his hand, and he has a smile on his face as he looks around at the fans in attendance, who are cheering after seeing the Commissioner tonight. Eventually the fans begin to calm down, and after this, he begins to speak.)

Captain Charisma: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sunday Night Voltage! I think you all know what’s coming up, but in case you’re unaware, let me tell you. Next week is Road to Redemption, the final marquee event of the year where the Extreme Elimination Chambers will be held. This is one of the biggest events of the year every single year because of this fact, and I don’t intend to let this year be an exception. I have an announcement to make, but first, I’d like all of the announced participants in the EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber to join me in the ring. I’m sure they’ll all like to hear this.

(Captain Charisma waits for a moment, before finally, ‘Lowlife Princess’ by BIBI hits. The fans begin to loudly boo, but as Miku Sakai storms out with a microphone in her hand, she doesn’t look too amused. She wastes no time though, making her way down the ramp and towards the ring.)

Rich Russillo: It looks like Captain Charisma has some words for us, but before we get to that, we first must bring out the participants in this year’s Extreme Elimination Chamber. So far we have four of them, and the first is making her way down the ramp right now.

Thadd Blazevich: Miku Sakai got this match after beating Cody Maverick in that wild Thanksgiving match, and now this is a huge opportunity for her, bro! Imagine if Miku wins her first World title here!

Persephone: That’d be Hell on Earth. The last thing I need to witness in my lifetime is a Miku Sakai World Championship reign.

(Miku Sakai makes her way into the ring, but once she’s in the ring, she begins to speak to Captain Charisma.)

Miku Sakai: Okay, what the fuck is the point of this? I’m obviously gonna win the Extreme Elimination Chamber, why do we need everyone else out here??

Captain Charisma: You’ll see.

(Miku just rolls her eyes at that response, waiting as ‘Run Into Flowers’ by M83 hits. The fans cheer loudly, and before long, Bronson Daniels begins to walk out. Bronson doesn’t look happy following the outcome of his Deathmatch against Jon Kelton, but he remains composed as he begins to walk down the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels is probably one of the few fan favorites in this match given the field we have so far, but as you can see, Bronson is not in the best of moods. I can see how, knowing that his biggest enemy as of right now, Jon Kelton, will also be in this match.

Thadd Blazevich: That must suck for Bronson, but think about it dude, Bronson won a Chamber just last year! He knows he has what it takes to win one. I think there’s a very good chance that he can do it again.

(Bronson Daniels walks up the steel steps before entering the ring. Once in the ring, Bronson doesn’t say anything, standing in the corner of the ring. However, once ‘Lost In The World’ by Kanye West hits, he can’t help but turn towards the stage. Jon Kelton begins to walk out to the stage, and he stops for a moment, staring at Bronson Daniels. Much like Bronson, he doesn’t appear satisfied with last week’s events, but he begins to make his way down the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton had a very shocking ending to their match as it resulted in a double pin. As you can see, neither man is happy about that, as somehow they still have unfinished business with each other.

Thadd Blazevich: Bro, we might need to get security out here or something. We know how things get between these two whenever they’re in the ring with each other. They might not even make it to Road to Redemption with how things have played out.

(Jon Kelton makes his way into the ring, and quickly Captain Charisma steps in between him and Bronson Daniels.)

Captain Charisma: Now, just wait a bit before you two start getting into it. Remember, both of you are in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. There’s no need to mess things up for yourselves now.

(Jon Kelton and Bronson Daniels don’t take their eyes off of each other, but they don’t fight, either. Finally, ‘Everybody Knows (Unstoppable)’ by Royal Deluxe begins to play. Adam Lucas slowly begins to walk out, wearing the EAW World Championship around his waist as he looks at the Elitists inside of the ring. Adam doesn’t look impressed, waiting a moment before beginning to walk down the ramp.)

Persephone: Ugh, here comes this joke of a Champion. I’ll admit, him concussing Jay Jerry Johnson was kinda funny, but I still don’t care for this guy.

Rich Russillo: Adam Lucas has been a tough Champion up to this point, but he also has a tough field of competitors gunning for his title right now. This won’t be an easy match for Adam to try and retain his Championship, that’s for sure. He’s gonna need to bring his best.

Thadd Blazevich: I know bro, but then again, we know Adam Lucas isn’t new to matches like this. He’s a dangerous dude too, so he might be right at home in a match like this one. So far, I think all four of them have a good chance of winning!

(Adam Lucas makes his way into the ring, and right after this he begins to speak.)

Adam Lucas: Alright, get to the point. Let me guess, we need to deal with the fact that there’s only four people in this Chamber, right?

(After this, Captain Charisma smirks.)

Captain Charisma: That’s right. We still have two spots left in this Chamber, and with Road to Redemption coming next week, that’s something I plan to fix right now. I called all of you out here so that you can learn firsthand who you will be sharing this Extreme Elimination Chamber with, and-

(‘There Is Surely Tomorrow’ by WAGAMAMA RAKIA suddenly hits, cutting Captain Charisma off.)

Persephone: Wait, hold on. What are we doing here? Isn’t that Jay Jerry Johnson’s music? He’s not in this match.

Rich Russillo: It is Jay’s music! Captain Charisma was about to make an announcement regarding the Chamber field, but it looks like Jay Jerry Johnson had some thoughts of his own he had to get off his chest. I guess we’ll have to see what he has to say!

Thadd Blazevich: Last week bro suffered a bad injury, but hopefully Triple J will be good. The fact that he’s walking out here right now after that concussion might be a good sign!

(Captain Charisma looks towards the stage, and Jay Jerry Johnson begins to walk out with a microphone in his hand. Adam Lucas looks confused seeing Jay Jerry Johnson after he had defeated him at F*ck Your Thanksgiving, but as Jay walks down the ramp, he begins to speak.)

Jay Jerry Johnson: Listen, before you continue I’d just like to make something clear. I’m not happy about how my match against Adam Lucas turned out, and even less pleased knowing that I received a concussion, but I am not missing Road to Redemption for anything. I received word that I am going to be cleared by next week, which gives me just enough time to finish my unfinished business with the EAW World Championship, and get one more chance to become a World Champion. I got injured in my match against Adam last week. There’s no way I’m going to allow something like that to pass without at least getting the opportunity to settle this once and for all.

(Jay Jerry Johnson enters the ring, staring directly at Captain Charisma as he continues.)

Jay Jerry Johnson: You still have two open spots in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. I want one of them.

(The fans cheer, but Adam Lucas doesn’t look happy hearing this request from Jay Jerry Johnson. However, before he could say something, Captain Charisma begins to speak.)

Captain Charisma: To be honest Jay, you were actually one of the individuals I was hoping to call out. I understand the circumstances you had to face, and personally I’m all for giving you and Adam Lucas the chance to resolve your issues. With that in mind, you’re in. Welcome to the Extreme Elimination Chamber, Jay.

(The crowd explodes with cheers, happy to hear that Jay will be in the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Jay nods, satisfied with what he has heard as he now has the chance to fight in the Chamber. However, soon after this, Adam Lucas steps up and speaks.)

Adam Lucas: Woah, what? I already beat him. Why is he getting another shot?

Captain Charisma: You went out of your way to do further damage even after he was injured. I think it’s only right that he gets the chance to fight back.

(Adam Lucas can’t believe what he’s hearing, but he turns and stares at Jay Jerry Johnson, who is looking right at him.)

Adam Lucas: This is ridiculous.

Jay Jerry Johnson: I don’t care if you accept the situation or not. After what happened last week, I’m going to finish this one way or another.

(There is a tense staredown between the two, as both men look like they are ready for a fight to break out. This doesn’t happen however, as everyone in the ring ends up being caught off guard by ‘Invincible’ by Pop Smoke, which suddenly begins to play. Captain Charisma looks surprised as Chris Elite storms out with a microphone in his hand, wasting no time heading to the ring with an annoyed look on his face.)

Rich Russillo: Well this is a surprise! It looks like Jay Jerry Johnson isn’t the only one who wants in on the Extreme Elimination Chamber. Chris Elite is here, and from the looks of it, he’s not happy whatsoever following his loss to NICK last week.

Thadd Blazevich: I don’t blame him, bro. Chris clearly wants another shot at the World title, but bro just barely missed out on what could’ve been his shot into the match. I guess we’ll have to see what this dude has to say, as I don’t think he’ll be willing to miss out on Road to Redemption.

Persephone: We’re just doing anything at this point. What’s next? Are we gonna bring out someone else to make this a seven-man Chamber?

(Chris Elite slides into the ring, standing in front of all the Extreme Elimination Chamber participants, as well as Captain Charisma.)

Chris Elite: Look, I’m not about to beat around the bush. I want to be in that Chamber, and at this point I don’t care what I gotta do to get in it. I’m not about to spend this season missing out on my shot at becoming World Champion again. I been waiting way too long for my chance to get back to this spot, and I shouldn’t be missing out on a match like this at one of the biggest shows of the year ‘cause some rookie managed to steal my win. I said that I was coming after that title when this season started and I meant it. I’m getting into that Chamber one way or another, so fuck it, if I gotta fight one of y’all for your spot in the Chamber, I’ll do it. I’ll do it right now.

(This excites the fans in attendance, thrilled to hear that there may be a match up next. However, Captain Charisma begins to respond.)

Captain Charisma: Well Chris, I-

Adam Lucas: Hold on.

(Adam Lucas interjects, stopping Captain Charisma before he could even give an answer. Adam glances at Jay Jerry Johnson, before turning towards Chris Elite and beginning to speak.)

Adam Lucas: Clearly it doesn’t actually matter how people make it into this match. I thought that you were supposed to earn your way into an Extreme Elimination Chamber since this is one of the most important matches of the year with a World Championship on the line, but now Jay Jerry Johnson is able to be handed a spot despite the fact that he just lost a World Championship match to me as recently as last week. Jay lost that match as fairly as possible, and if he can somehow get a shot in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, why can’t Chris Elite?

(This surprises the fans in attendance, but Adam Lucas doesn’t stop there.)

Adam Lucas: Besides, I’m not losing this match regardless of who’s in it. If we’re just going to hand spots out to everyone, then let’s do it. We might as well give Chris a spot, too.

(Chris stares at Adam, and he’s not amused by Adam Lucas’ words regarding the Extreme Elimination Chamber. However, Captain Charisma just shrugs after hearing what Adam had to say.)

Captain Charisma: Well, if the Champion is fine with it, I have no reason to be against it. Chris, you’re in the Chamber.

(The cheers continue, and Chris Elite doesn’t look happy, still carrying a chip on his shoulder knowing that things have not gone his way lately. He thinks about the fact that he’ll at least be able to make it into the Extreme Elimination Chamber, looking at the field of competitors in this match. However, while most of the competitors appear to be focused, Miku Sakai doesn’t look happy, looking around in disbelief before beginning to speak.)

Miku Sakai: Wait wait wait, WHAT THE FUCK???? What are you talking about!? What do you mean Jay Jerry Johnson and Chris Elite are entering the Chamber?! Um, hello??? Do you have amnesia or something? Did you forget that they literally BOTH lost their matches last week? I actually had to earn my match by beating Cody Maverick’s ass! I did everything I said I would and I earned the right to make it into the Chamber. Shit, even Bronson Daniels and Jon Kelton had that dumbass double pin in their match, why are we letting actual losers make it into this match???

(Miku shakes her head in frustration, as Jay and Chris look to one another, seemingly on the same page with the nonsense that they’re hearing right now. Jay raises his microphone as he looks to respond.)

Jay Jerry Johnson: Ignorance is a disease, Miku, and it appears to be terminal in your case. You speak of losing as if it’s a binary concept, as if the context of my war with Adam Lucas simply evaporates because the bell rang. Let me make something clear before it’s blown out of proportion. I did not ask for a handout. I didn’t ask to be put into an opportunity that I did not deserve. I demanded a platform to correct a narrative error. You see, while you are obsessed with the simplicity of wins and losses, I am operating on a plane of logic you cannot possibly comprehend. My loss was not a failure of skill, but a circumstantial tragedy that requires rectification. To deny me entry is to deny the very essence of competition. I am not here begging; I am here offering this company a chance to legitimize a match that would otherwise be hollow without the man who pushed the World Champion further than anyone else. Do not confuse my ambition with your insecurity.

Miku Sakai: Blah blah blah, SHUT UP! You don’t even know what the fuck you’re saying!

Chris Elite: Nah, shut your dumbass up. You’re so focused on being miserable that you don’t realize who you’re talking to. I don’t wait in lines, I don’t fill out applications, I’m Chris Elite. Yeah, tell it for the whole world to hear, I lost the Ultimate Opportunity, ain’t gonna be the first time someone tried to pull that shit with me. But I didn’t choke, I ain’t choke for shit, I got screwed. There’s a difference. But I’m not gonna stand here and explain logic to someone like you because it’s clear something like that doesn’t exist in that little noggin of yours, am I right, little buddy?! Look, Adam Lucas said it’s cool, Captain Charisma said it’s cool, so I don’t understand what the fuck the problem is here. Why are you the only one crying about it?! Does thou dickeatery reach no bounds??? You’re scared imma steal the show, and trust me, beloved… I will.

(Miku groans as she takes a step back, rubbing her temple in frustration. Before she can even say anything, Adam speaks up.)

Adam Lucas: They have a point, Miku. As much as I find Jay’s ramblings tedious and Chris’ delusions entertaining, they add a level of competition to this match that I’ve been more than welcoming of. In fact, I’ve been insistent on it. I’m sure nobody else objects to it; it seems like you’re the only one who has a problem with this. Does the idea of two more bodies to climb over intimidate you? Because from where I’m standing, it just looks like two more people for me to disappoint. I am the Standard, I am the Next Level, and whether it’s four of you or six of you, the result remains the same. I still walk out at the top of Sunday Night Voltage, and if they want to sign their death warrants, then let them do it. It’s never been an issue to me.

(Miku is about to lash out at Adam, but before she can, Bronson is heard slowly laughing. He takes a brief moment before beginning to speak.)

Bronson Daniels: It’s almost impressive how desperate you all are to be inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber; it’s as if that structure is a gateway to paradise rather than what it actually is, eternal suffering. Bickering about logic, narrative errors, and all of that is not something that matters to me at all; it’s just static noise. You have Jay here, trying to intellectualize his despair like it means anything, and Chris coming in, thinking everything is going to be sweet even with the dry spell that he’s in. I don’t think either of you understands what you’re asking for. You want in? Is that it? You want to walk yourselves to your own predestined doom, then go right ahead. Because I don’t care if Captain Charisma opens the floodgates for you or for anyone else, it doesn’t change the temperature of the room, and it doesn’t change the fact that none of us deserve anything but the misery we cultivate for ourselves. I’m not standing here worrying about my odds or whether there are two extra obstacles in my way to the World Championship, because unlike all of you, I know the Chamber isn’t an opportunity… It’s a funeral home for me to bury the past once and for all.

(A scoff is heard as Kelton shakes his head.)

Jon Kelton: Spare us the melodrama, Bronson, because it’s exhausting hearing this over and over again like I have these past couple of weeks. Every time you open your mouth, you suck the energy out of everything around you. This same brotherhood is dead garbage. You SHOULD care if they’re in the match with you, I certainly do, and you know why? Because I’m not here to wallow in self-pity or hold a funeral for anyone, I’m here to win the EAW World Championship and solidify a legacy that you spent a year trying to hold back. Miku is right, and it pains me to admit that, but she is absolutely right that this isn’t a charity where we hand out opportunities for anyone who decides to walk down the ramp and ask for it. Jay, you had your shot, and you took the Champ to his limits. Congratulations, hold your head proud of that. But it doesn’t change the fact that you lost. And Chris? You had your chance to potentially be in this match with the Ultimate Opportunity in the palm of your hands, and you know what happened? You let it slip. And it’s not because you got screwed, but because you’re Chris Elite, and you’re never going to be good enough as long as you don’t give a damn about this place.

Jay Jerry Johnson: A quaint and terribly inaccurate depiction from a man whose entire career trajectory is currently defined by a domestic dispute with his former partner and a desperate need for validation. You speak of focus, Mr. Kelton, yet I see it right now, more than anything else, you are terrified. You’re frightened that someone with actual intellect might step in and expose your limitations. I am not going to beat around the bush. I am the intellectual superior to every other Elitist in this Chamber, and my presence in this match elevates it from merely a brawl to a masterclass. I have been in a Chamber before, I know how it feels, I know what it takes. And I know that it requires more than emotional outbursts to get ahead. Bronson is too busy stuck in his own mind, Miku is too busy fighting her own insecurities, and you are too busy trying to convince the world you he aren’t a sidekick. Adam knows this, which is why he welcomes me. He seeks to test himself against iron, and I am the only person who is capable of saying that he will be the new Champion come the Marquee Event.

(The crowd cheers loudly as the tension begins to heat up. Chris is leaning against the ropes, annoyed as he crosses his arms, shaking his head as he begins to speak.)

Chris Elite: Y’all are depressing as hell, for real. Is this what this Chamber is about? Boo-hoo, my brother hates me. Boo-hoo, I lost this or that. Man, I sure do wish I gave a fuck! You know what? Yeah, Kelton, maybe I did let it slip away from me, or maybe I just like taking the hard way, because I know that it’s better when all eyes are on you, like they are right now. I don’t give a damn if I got handed this match or not; what matters is the fact that I’m in it, and there’s nothing that your dumbass is gonna be able to do about it. This match needs Chris Elite anyway, damn. Everyone else around here is bullshitting. I don’t know how y’all survived with all this dumbass bickering in the first place. You need the star power, you need the flash, and most importantly, you need the guy who can actually entertain these people. So I couldn’t give less of a fuck if this is fair or not, because ain’t nothing fair in EAW in the first place. I’m taking that spot, and there ain’t a damn thing any of you bitches can do about it.

Miku Sakai: You think this is funny. I see the look on your face, you think this dumbass shit is funny! Your shit-for-brains head thinks that my career is some sort of joke that you can just kick around like it doesn’t mean anything. Seriously, am I the only one here taking this seriously, the only one who didn’t need a handout or some sort of sob story to get myself into this Chamber?! Holy fucking shit. I have carried dead weight on my back for months, I have scratched and clawed for every inch of respect I get, and I’m not going to let some fucking choke artist and pseudo-intellectual walk in here and try and take my Championship opportunity away from me because they think that they deserve it more than me, hell no. You want to steal the show, Chris? You want to be the center of attention? Do it in the fucking Extreme Enigma Battle Royal or something, do it as far away as you possibly can from me. Just shut the fuck up.

Adam Lucas: It’s fascinating, really, how quickly the “deserving” turn into savages when their spot at the table is threatened. You’re all so worried about who gets in, who stays out, who lost what, and who said which, that you’re forgetting the only variable that actually matters, and that’s me. I told you, I don’t care if they get in because it’s just more fuel for the fire, it’s just more proof that I can stand in the eye of the storm and not even be moved by it. All of you, I fully insist, can bring whatever sort of motivation that you want; it doesn’t matter to me. Because once the scene finally settles in and the time for talk is over, none of you is going to be able to stop what happens in the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and that’s me heading into the next year as your EAW World Champion.

Bronson Daniels: You think you’re safe, Adam? You think just because you’re the Champion that all of a sudden that protects you? It doesn’t. In the Chamber, there’s nowhere to run. You’re not the only variable in this match that matters; you’re wrong. The only thing I care about is hurting him.

(Bronson points to Kelton, who looks annoyed already.)

Bronson Daniels: I don’t care about your title reign, I don’t care about your legacy. I care about breaking the man standing next to me until he can’t stand up anymore. That’s not a story, Adam. That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Jon Kelton: You get out of here with that. Understand this, I’m going to be the one who beats you. God, do you ever listen?! You’re so obsessed with this martyr complex, like you’re this unstoppable force, Bronson, but you’re not! All you are is a man. A man I know exactly how to hurt. I’m the threat here, not Adam, me! I’m the one who’s going to take everything from you, just like you took everything away from me. I promise you, if it’s the last thing that I do, I’m going to make sure that you don’t walk out of that structure.

Jay Jerry Johnson: All of you possess an innate amount of emotional instability, just like Miku. Perhaps if you spent less time screaming and more time studying the tape, you would realize why I am a necessary addition to this equation. You flail about, demanding respect and acknowledgement, yet you offer nothing but volume. What I offer is substance. I offer a challenge that actually threatens the reign of the World Champion. You are an annoyance, I am a crisis. And frankly, your inability to distinguish between the two is exactly why you will be the first one eliminated.

Miku Sakai: OH MY FUCKING GOD STOP TALKING TO ME! One more word! Say one more word, and I swear to God I will rip that tongue out of your fucking mouth. I am not an annoyance; I am the hardest-working person in this ring. I have bled for this company, broken bones, you think you’re a crisis! You’re a FUCKING JOKE! And if you think for one second I’m going to let you talk down to me, then you’re more stupid than you look, motherfucker.

Chris Elite: Beloved, that was nice and all, but it really doesn’t fucking matter. You talk a big game, but all I see is someone working hard to be miserable. Lighten up, pal. Maybe if you smiled once in a while, you wouldn’t be so worried about me taking your spot. 😀 But hey, keep it up, just don’t be surprised when I’m the World Champion, and you’re the one holding a grudge, regardless, it doesn’t matter to me-

Miku Sakai: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

Rich Russillo: AND HERE WE GO! MIKU JUST LUNGED FORWARD AND NAILED CHRIS WITH A PUNCH! CHRIS STAGGERS HIMSELF BACK, AND MIKU IMMEDIATELY LEAPS THROUGH THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK TO HIS CHEST THAT SENDS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES AND OUT OF THE RING!

Thadd Blazevich: AND SHIT IS GOING DOWN, DUDE! BOMBS ARE FLYING EVERYWHERE! JAY SEES THE OPENING AND RUSHES ADAM, BUT ADAM IS READY FOR HIM! HE MEETS HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE ABDOMEN- BUT JAY MANAGES TO CATCH THE FOOT! HE SPINS HIM AROUND BEFORE NAILING HIM WITH A STRIKE TO THE FACE! ADAM STUMBLES, BUT HE IMMEDIATELY TACKLES JAY AS BOTH OF THEM ARE TAKEN DOWN TO THE CANVAS IN A BRAWL!

Persephone: Hah! Look at Captain Charisma. He looks stupid. Go do something, motherfucker!

Rich Russillo: AND TO NOBODY’S SURPRISE, ELYSIUM HAS COME TO BLOWS TOO! BRONSON AND KELTON COLLIDE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, A FLURRY OF LEFTS AND RIGHTS! BRONSON IMMEDIATELY GRABS KELTON BY THE HEAD AND SLAMS HIM AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE, BUT KELTON IMMEDIATELY TURNS IT AROUND AND THROWS BRONSON THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! CREATING DISTANCE BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM SO HE CAN RECOVER!

Thadd Blazevich: MIKU SAKAI IS ON THE APRON AS SHE RUNS FORWARD, LEAPING OFF AND TRYING TO TAKE CHRIS DOWN- BUT CHRIS MANAGES TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! MIKU ROLLS UP TO HER FEET AS CHRIS GRABS HER BY THE ABDOMEN, RUNNING HER FORWARD AND RAMMING HER SPINE AGAINST THE BARRICADE! BOTH OF THEM ARE CONTINUING TO TRADE BLOWS RELENTLESSLY!

Persephone: FUCK! Captain Charisma gets smart enough to call down security. Party’s over, guys. 🙁

(Security floods the ringside area as immediately they don’t have a choice but to get to work. Bronson Daniels is pried off of Jon Kelton as both of them try and break free. Meanwhile, Adam is reaching out his hands and trying to get to Jay, but Jay is holding his hands up, signaling that he’s not going to put up any more of a fight. Miku and Chris continue to go at it, but ultimately their fight is quelled as well, as both of them continue to shout incoherently at one another. It’s absolute mayhem as everyone has finally been pried apart, with the crowd soured as the fight comes to an end. It’s the very last scene shown before Sunday Night Voltage begins to fade out to elsewhere.)

(We fade back into the backstage area of Sunday Night Voltage. Sofia Clarke is currently standing by with Candice Blair. As she enters the screen, the crowd begins to cheer.)

Sofia Clarke: Ladies and gentlemen, I am backstage here on Sunday Night Voltage with a very special guest! Please welcome Candice Blair!

Candice Blair: Thank you for taking the time to speak to me Sofia. Obviously, I have a lot on my mind lately.

Sofia Clarke: I have no doubt about that. The first question I would like to ask is about how you feel about your season so far. You made a lot of big promises at the beginning of the season. Do you feel like that is still achievable?

Candice Blair: Of course I do Sofia. You see, this season has been a bit of a wild ride for me. There’s no doubt about that. Not everything has gone the way that I intended it too. If it had, then I would already have a championship belt around my waist. Unfortunately, opportunities have passed me by. Like Territorial Invasion…where Ashlynn stole that victory. See, I started things off hot here. I beat Saori Aizen at Bloodsport…but I haven’t been able to seize the opportunity since. Don’t get me wrong, I am not dissuaded in the slightest. Everything that I promised at the beginning of the season is still going to be manifested. There should be no doubt in anyone’s mind about that.

Sofia Clarke: What are your current plans to achieve that?

Candice Blair: Since that ultimate opportunity was torn from my hands last week….I’ve been thinking about that day and night. Road to Redemption is right around the corner…literally actually. We are only a week away from it. And that’s where I have to find what’s next. The Extreme Enigma Battle Royale. See, there are a lot of people who have made names for themselves winning that match. Being the sole survivor isn’t just an honor but the opportunities come flooding in. Now, I might not be holding gold to finish out my year…but that is something that I can win.

Sofia Clarke: So, you are officially declaring yourself for the Battle Royale then?

Candice Blair: Absolutely. I’m not just declaring myself for the match though. See, I intend on winning it. Because this year is not going to end on losses for The Hot Commodity. It is going to end on a victory. See, I’m going to head into 2026 in position to make sure I get what I want. All of those promises will come true. All you have to do is keep watching Sofia. Because I will be the last elitist standing in that ring. Then it will only a matter of time before there is gold around my wa-

???: Did someone say gold?

(The crowd boos as Cosmo Goldworthy arrives to interrupt the interview. He steps onto the other side of Sofia Clarke with a grin.)

Candice Blair: Is there a reason you’re interrupting my interview?

Cosmo Goldworthy: Yeah…I got something to say. I see a microphone right here so I figure this is the perfect opportunity. You see, I’m not happy. I’m not happy at all with all things have gone for me in the last few weeks. I mean…can you believe this? I should have been the one to walk away with that opportunity last week. Not that rookie. Does he seem like he’s worth more than Goldworthy? Hell no. But this past month has been one disaster after another. You want to talk about winning gold? So do I. Because I got my own eyes on some prizes here Candice. I want to be a champion way more than you ever did. But now I hear that you’re talking about this battle royal and damn…I’m kind of thinking that I want in.

Candice Blair: Hey, you do you Cosmo. You’re always welcome to try…and fail.

Cosmo Goldworthy: Fail? Nah, that’s not what’s going down at Road to Redemption. See, I’m going to get exactly that. Redemption. I’m going to be looking at this past month and laughing my butt off. Especially when I’m the last one in that ring, everyone else is lying on the outside wondering where it all went wrong for them. You know when it went wrong? Right now, when I decided to sign up for this thing. Because I’m going to win the whole thing, Candice. Then I’ll be taking my gold in very short order.

Candice Blair: You have no idea what you’re talking about right Cosmo. You’ve had a bad month? I have been trying to get my hands on my first title for a very long time. You’re not going to be the one that prevents me from getting it. Understand?

Cosmo Goldworthy: Oh I understand alright. You think that you’re better than me. But you’re going to find out the hard way just untrue that is. That battle royale is mine. There isn’t anything that you can do about that.

???: I think anyone can do something about that.

(And now Diego Montana walks into the screen. He looks cocky as ever, a grin spread across his face. Cosmo Goldworthy turns to stare him down.)

Diego Montana: Cosmo, who are you kidding right now? Who are you trying to convince that you’re big and tough? I mean, after the month you’ve had…it just seems like you’re all bark and no bite. Obviously there is no reason for you to enter this match at all. I know you see this opportunity and you tell yourself that is finally where everything turns around…but nah. You’re on a cold streak that’s just going to be even colder. Instead of embarrassing yourself in front of the entire Voltage locker room, you’re vying for the chance to do it in front of the entire EAW locker room. My recommendation? Quit while you’re behind.

Cosmo Goldworthy: I know you’re not talking. I’ve already dusted you this season Diego. I kicked your sorry ass at Wicked Games. You want to talk about embarrassment? Have you considered looking in the mirror? I know you haven’t with that mullet you’re sporting. It looks ridiculous.

Candice Blair: Please. As if either of you have a leg to stand on this season. You see, both of you need to do some reflection. You’re both two sides of the same coin. Egotistical, arrogant and cocky. You’re both just those three traits without anything to back it up. That’s the reason you’re going to just continue to make clowns of yourself. Unlike me, who is actually serious about getting gold around my waist.

Diego Montana: Serious? Aren’t you like…a veteran? Seriously, if it took me as long as it’s taken you to become a champion, I’d consider retirement. Have you considered that it just might not happen for you. You know what? You should leave the gold up for the young talent that actually…might get it. Just like Goldworthy should stop pretending his victory over me wasn’t just a fluke. There isn’t a prayer that you’re better than me. Or that you’re going to have a better season than me. No, 2026 is the year of Diego Montana. But hey, you two are more than welcome to celebrate my achievements.

Cosmo Goldworthy: The only thing I’m going to be celebrating is the beating that I give you. Already done that but there’s no sweat off my back running it back. So, you better turn around right now Montana. Walk back to whatever water drain you crawled out of because I got no problem squashing you right here, right now.

(Diego Montana and Cosmo Goldworthy are now staring each other down, getting close.)

Candice Blair: Wow, measuring to see whose inch is a bit bigger? I don’t think either of you really get what’s going on here…so let me spell it out for you.

(Candice Blair steps right in between them and pushes them apart. She gives them both her own stare before continuing.)

Candice Blair: Neither of you are better than I am. Neither of you are getting gold this season before I do. If you want to stand in my way…then you better be ready. Because I will run you over and not look back.

???: I think that’s enough everyone.

(All three Elitists seem to recognize that voice in an instant. They all pause and turn around to see Eden Sinclair.)

Eden Sinclair: You know, it’s good to see all of you so passionate about Road to Redemption. It seems to be like this all has a very simple solution. You want an opportunity? Then you can have it. All three of you are going to be entered in the Extreme Enigma Battle Royale. Only one of you of course is going to be able to win it. I guess we’ll see who wants to be a champion more. Good luck.

(With that, Eden Sinclair walks back off. All three competitors turn back towards each other in an instant for the stare down. The camera fades from there.)

[SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2020.]

(The fans erupt as the camera focuses in on the Cash in the Vault briefcase which is hanging high above the ring. After a moment, the shot switches to Voltage ring announcer, Bella Braxton.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A BARBED WIRE LADDER MATCH FOR THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE!!!

(There’s another huge pop from the crowd.)

Bella Braxton: IN ORDER TO WIN THE MATCH YOU MUST CLIMB THE LADDER AND RETRIEVE THE BRIEFCASE!

(“Triumph” by Tenth Dimension begins to blast across the PA system and the excited crowd begin to boo as Drake King, dressed like Jesus in gorgeous flowing golden robes with a matching attire underneath, steps on stage.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!!! HAVING BEEN REBORN AND RISEN FROM THE DEAD SEA… WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS… HE IS DRAKE THE REDEEMER!!!

Drake King: (off-mic) :blessed: BLESSED BE THOSE WHO WATCH ME PUNISH THOSE WHO HAVE SINNED AGAINST ME! :blessed:

Crowd: FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏 👏 FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏👏 FUCK YOU, DRAKE! 👏👏

(Drake pauses and glares at the crowd, unable to process the awful things they are saying to him.)

James Peters: Well that is quite the reaction this crowd is having towards ‘The Last Messiah’. They don’t seem to like him at all.

Rich Russillo: Well, can you really blame them? Drake has been an absolute menace since he made his debut on Voltage. He’s constantly picked fights with fan favorites, cost Malcolm Jones and Darcy May Morgan a huge win back at Territorial Invasion, and has just been the subject of controversy week after week.

Persephone: But it’s all for the good of EAW amirite? :mjlol:

James Peters: Drake thinks it is and tonight he looks to add another prize to his already impressive resume. The Cash in the Vault briefcase gives the holder a guaranteed world championship shot whenever they want.

Rich Russillo: However, if Drake is to be believed, he doesn’t want the title shot for his own personal gain. Since returning, he has maintained his stance that he does not care about anything like that. He just wants to make EAW better, and that means moulding it to fit his vision. :mjlol:

Persephone: 🙄

(Drake steps up on the ring steps and blesses himself before he climbs into the ring.)

(After Drake gets himself set, his music fades out and is replaced by “Spotlight Savior” by Iggy Azalea.)

Bella Braxton: AND HIS OPPONENT… FROM KENT, UNITED KINGDOM… WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS… SHE IS “THE LEADING LADY”… THE 2020 CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER… DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!!

(Darcy receives an incredible ovation as she steps on the stage, and cheers aren’t always the way fans greet her. Darcy is a strong, rather polarizing personality, and hasn’t always endeared herself to the fans. Tonight is different, and they are solidly behind her, and a small smile crosses Darcy’s face as she begins to make her way to the ring.)

Rich Russillo: This is arguably the biggest match of Darcy May Morgan’s career and I’m about to tell you why. Back at Pain for Pride, she reached the peak of her journey here in EAW. She outlasted so many other talented Elitists to capture that briefcase and get herself one step closer to her dream of becoming Universal Women’s Champion. The joy and pride on her face was something that was real, raw, and emotional, and if tonight doesn’t go in her favor, then all that hard work will be for nothing.

Persephone: Yeah, but I’m really not seeing why that would be such a bad thing. I mean, miserable people are fun to watch because you never really know when they’re going to self-destruct, and this could like literally push Darcy to the edge.

James Peters: Drake has certainly pushed Darcy, and this whole match tonight is so incredibly personal. Neither one of these Elitists held anything back this week as they promoted the match and verbally attacked one another. Something tells me that this match is going to be violent, bloody, and it could very well get downright gruesome.

Persephone: I mean, it should. Like Darcy literally spit in Drake’s face a couple of weeks ago or whatever, and we’re in the middle of a massive COVID outbreak, again.

(As if on cue, Rich starts to cough.)

Persephone: OH HELL NO!

James Peters: Bro…

Rich Russillo: :mjcry: I was just drinking my water and it went down the wrong pipe.

(Inside the ring, Darcy took in her surroundings. Her briefcase was hanging above the ring, and the fans inside the Superdome were on pins and needles waiting for this highly anticipated contest. The referee checked with both competitors, and both of them signaled that they were ready.)

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

(Drake stared at Darcy, almost as if he was daring her to make the first move. This was set to be the biggest match of her life, with her future hanging above them both right above that ring. There was no mistaking the look of pure evil in Drake’s eyes, and Darcy knew in that moment she would either defend that charred, wrecked briefcase or she would die trying.)

James Peters: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is underway and a hush has settled across this crowd. I can not stress to you how important this match is for Darcy May Morgan. All season long she has been searching for the same magic that led her to becoming one of the greatest Specialists Champions in history.

Rich Russillo: To add to that, she went through absolute Hell to win that guaranteed world championship shot back at Pain for Pride. Some of the greatest Elitists in our company competed in that match this past June, and have gone on to secure championships of their own.

Persephone: Could you imagine going through all of that only to fall short now? God. Darcy might kill herself if that happens.

James Peters: Pain for Pride wasn’t exactly kind to Drake King either. We see the toil it has taken on him and what he’s become as a result. He’s become a vengeful, evil exaggerated version of the man he used to be, and there’s no doubt in my mind that tonight he really does plan to punish Darcy.

(Darcy tore her eyes away from Drake for a brief moment and looked up at the briefcase hanging above the ring. A determined look crossed her face and she grit her teeth. She brought her eyes back down to Drake, and the arrogant smile that crossed his face as he casually leaned back against the ring ropes was enough of a taunt to send her into action.)

Rich Russillo: DARCY CHARGES TOWARDS DRAKE AND SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A CLOTHESLINE! ‘THE LEADING LADY’ IS THE ONE WHO IS GETTING US STARTED TONIGHT AND SHE RUNS THE ROPES! DRAKE IS BACK TO HIS FEET BUT DARCY WITH A RUNNING DROPKICK THROUGH THE ROPES THAT CONNECTS WITH THAT BARBED WIRE LADDER! DRAKE IS HIT WITH THAT LADDER AND IT LANDS ON TOP OF HIM!

Persephone: DARCY IS ON THE TOP ROPE NOW… MOONSAULT KNEE DROP ONTO THE LADDER!

James Peters: Darcy usually does a standing version of that move, but there’s no doubt that the stakes are high tonight. High risk, high reward, and she is looking to dish out the punishment to Drake early on, even if it means she has to sacrifice some of herself in the process.

Rich Russillo: Darcy has been waiting for this fight all week and she’s running off of excitement, adrenaline, and determination right now. I don’t think the barbed wire colliding with her knees had much of an effect at all.

Persephone: I hate agreeing with you because it’s gross, but you’re right. She is back to her feet and she’s slamming the ladder down on Drake’s back over and over! Darcy finally tosses the ladder to the side and she’s sliding back into the ring! Drake is a bit groggy as he stands up, and HERE COMES DARCY AGAIN!

James Peters: DARCY WITH A LEAP OF FAITH! SHE SPRINGBOARDS INTO THE AIR AND TAKES DRAKE BACK DOWN WITH A FLYING CROSSBODY! DARCY RAINING BLOW AFTER BLOW DOWN ON DRAKE NOW! DRAKE THROWS HER OFF BUT DARCY USES THE MOMENTUM TO ROLL TOWARDS THE RING! DARCY LIFTS THE SKIRT AND SHE’S PULLING OUT A PINK RAZOR WHIP!

Rich Russillo: :wow:! That’s always been Darcy’s weapon of choice! She used it last season in the Specialists Chamber and again in the No Way Out match she competed in to try and get herself into the Pain for Pride Main Event, and it looks like she is about to light Drake up with it!

Persephone: The Messiah is trying to pick himself up, but Darcy lashes him across the face with the whip! A line of blood appears across the cheek of Drake King, and look at Drake, guise! He doesn’t seem happy right now.

James Peters: And Darcy doesn’t care! She strikes Drake across the chest with the whip, and whips it across his face again! She flies at Drake, hitting him square in the jaw with a leaping forearm smash, takes him by the hair, and throws him into the barricades! Drake slams against the barricades and Darcy with a running, leaping knee strike! She connects with Drake’s jaw and plants him into the ground with a DDT!

Rich Russillo: Darcy reaches under the ring again and she pulls out one of those barbed wire ladders. She slides it into the ring and sets it up, ignoring the fact that every time she touches that ladder the barbs claw at her hands. Darcy is looking to climb to the top, but Drake is quickly back in the ring! He rips Darcy off the ladder and throws her back into the corner :yikes:! That had to cut open her hands.

(Darcy’s palms are indeed bloody and she wipes them on her ring shorts. Drake has a wild look in his eyes, clearly not prepared for Darcy to come out swinging. Darcy grips the ring ropes and pulls herself up, and she approaches Drake with a bit of caution. The two of them slowly circle one another, as the tension building inside the ring rises between the two.)

James Peters: DRAKE OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SUPERKICK!

Persephone: DARCY DUCKS!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE WHIRLS AROUND AND HE DODGES A CLOTHESLINE FROM DARCY! DRAKE IS ABLE TO CATCH DARCY AROUND THE WAIST AND HE THROWS HER INTO THE LADDER WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! THE BACK OF DARCY’S HEAD JUST CONNECTED WITH THE LADDER RUNG AND SHE IS GRABBING FOR IT! DRAKE STRIKES! HE GRABS THE LADDER AND DRIVES THE LEG OF IT DOWN INTO DARCY’S FACE! :yikes:

James Peters: DRAKE DOES THAT SEVERAL MORE TIMES AND HE THROWS THE LADDER INTO THE CORNER! DRAKE JERKS DARCY UP BY THE HAIR AND HE WHIPS HER INTO THE LADDER! DRAKE TAKES OFF RUNNING AND NAILS DARCY WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE FROM BEHIND! HER FACE SLAMS INTO THE LADDER AND THAT CAUSES A SCREAM TO RIP FROM HER LIPS!

Persephone: NO MERCY FROM THE MESSIAH! :blessed: DRAKE HAS DARCY BY THE HAIR AND HE SLAMS HER FACE INTO THE LADDER! HE IS PRESSING HER AGAINST THE BARBED WIRE AND DARCY IS DOING HER BEST TO SHOVE HERSELF BACK! DRAKE HOLDS HER IN PLACE, FURTHER DIGGING THOSE BARBS INTO HER FLESH!!!! 😀 NEAT!

Rich Russillo: DARCY’S FACE IS STUCK TO THE LADDER AND DRAKE USES HER HAIR TO PULL HER OFF! :damn: I THINK SOME OF HER SKIN IS HANGING OFF!

James Peters: Even back in his noob days, Drake has shown us that he has one hell of a mean streak. I’ll never forget when he took the branding iron to Raven Roberts and melted her face off.

Persephone: :krabs: What? I need to go look that up! That explains why she is so fucking ugly.

Rich Russillo: Darcy is down on the mat and she is clutching at her

face. Drake stomps on her a few times and he slides to the outside. Drake retrieves a steel chair from the time keeper and he throws it into the ring. Drake’s back in now, but Darcy has wisely rolled onto the apron. She grabs the ropes and pulls herself onto her knees and Drake throws the chair at her!

James Peters: DARCY MANAGES TO CATCH THE CHAIR BUT DRAKE WITH THE GUILLOTINE! THE SICK KICK TO THE CHAIR SENDS IT CRASHING INTO DARCY’S FACE AND SHE FLIES OFF THE APRON! DARCY IS DOWN ON THE OUTSIDE! SHE IS NOT GETTING BACK UP! DRAKE HAS ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO RESET THE LADDER AND GO FOR THE BRIEFCASE!

(That’s not what Drake had in mind, however.)

Persephone: Drake is out of the ring and he is walking towards Darcy! She has not moved since taking the chair to the face via the Guillotine. Drake snatches her up by the ankle and he drags her over to the steel ring steps.

James Peters: Drake has vowed to hurt Darcy and make her suffer and it seems like he plans to make good on that promise. If there is one thing we have come to learn about Drake King in Season 14, it’s that he definitely goes above and beyond to follow through on his promises.

Rich Russillo: Drake scoops Darcy up and suplexes her onto the steps! She grips her lower back and drops to the ground. Drake wastes no time pulling the steps apart and he just jammed the edge of the step into Darcy’s kidney area! Drake does it again and again, and he lets them drop across Darcy’s back! She might be broken in half right now!

Persephone: Well.

James Peters: I guess we’re about to find out because Drake has pulled Darcy up. He nails her with a nasty looking right hand to the jaw and bounces her face off the apron. Darcy stumbles and falls down, clearly in another world right now. Drake has done a lot of damage to her in a short amount of time, and it doesn’t appear that he plans to let up. Drake with a double axe-handle to the back and he nails Darcy with a clubbing blow to the back to the head.

Rich Russillo: Drake has spied Darcy’s razor whip and he retrieves the weapon.

Persephone: Bless this bitch’s heart, she’s trying to get up, but Drake catches her across the back with the whip! Darcy’s screams sound like music and Drake whips her again!!!

James Peters: Drake wraps the razorwhip across Darcy’s throat and he is choking her! Darcy is struggling to breathe but every time she tries to grab the whip, it slices up her hands! They were already damaged trying to climb the ladder earlier, and this is not helping any. Drake hoists Darcy up in the air and he swings her into the plexiglass covering!

Rich Russillo: Drake hoists her up again, and this time he swings Darcy into the ringpost! Drake is just ragdolling our Cash in the Vault holder right now, and he finally lets her drop!

Persephone: It’s kind of gruesome that her own weapon seems embedded in her neck right now. I like it. :drakelike:

Rich Russillo: If you like it, I love it. :drakelike:

James Peters: Drake is back in the ring now and he quickly resets the ladder. Drake might not have his eyes set on championship gold, but he certainly wants to take that briefcase from Darcy.

(The Messiah looks up at the briefcase and cracks a smile as he begins his climb up the ladder. Back on the outside of the ring, Darcy is coughing and sputtering, trying to get some air back into her lungs. She’s clearly suffering at the moment and she carefully brings her battered hands up to the razor wire that is wrapped tightly around her throat. Darcy slowly turns around as she begins to carefully untangle herself, and her eyes open wide as she sees Drake making his way up the ladder.)

Rich Russillo: DARCY THROWS HERSELF INTO THE RING AND MAKES A GRAB FOR THE LADDER! SHE’S ABLE TO TIP IT RIGHT AS DRAKE’S HAND GOES FOR THE BRIEFCASE! DRAKE IS UNABLE TO KEEP HIS BALANCE AND HE FALLS OFF THE LADDER AND INTO THE ROPES!

James Peters: Drake falls out of the ropes and onto the ground, and look at the relief on Darcy’s face! She knows that Drake was just inches from doing exactly what he said he was going to do, and she somehow managed to get back into the ring in time to stop him.

Persephone: Good for her, I guess.

(With Drake temporarily subdued on the outside of the ring, Darcy takes her time and carefully unwraps the razorwhip from around her neck. She just had an extremely close call. Drake’s fingertips had brushed her briefcase, and Darcy was not okay with that. Thankfully, her protective instincts had come out right when they needed, and her dreams of one day becoming the Universal Women’s Champion were still alive.)

Rich Russillo: Drake is stirring on the outside, and Darcy crawls out of the ring. She immediately catches Drake with a kick to the head and sends him sprawling on the ground! Darcy rakes her nails down Drake’s back, snatches him up by the hair, and begins to drag him towards the ring steps.

Persephone: Drake tortured the fuck out of Darcy with those steps earlier in the match, and now I think she wants some payback!

James Peters: Darcy slams Drake’s head off the steel and she tosses him to the side. Darcy pulls part of the steps towards the ramp, and now she’s grabbing Drake :oh:

Rich Russillo: Darcy pulls Drake up to his feet and she hooks him, looking for a snap suplex! Drake manages to block, but Darcy pounds on his back with her fist a few times, and she tries again! This time she connects! Drake’s back bounces off the steel and Darcy quickly grabs the other piece of the steps! She sandwiches Drake’s head between them and races up the ramp! DARCY WITH A RUNNING START AND SHE DROPS DOWN INTO A BASEBALL SLIDE! SHE CONNECTS WITH THE STEPS AND SHE MIGHT HAVE JUST SQUASHED DRAKE’S HEAD!!! :damn:

Persephone: Okay, that was cool.

James Peters: Darcy kicks the steps one last time for good measure, adding insult to injury! Drake is clearly feeling the effects of that cause he is lying motionless! Right now may be Darcy’s time as she could ascend the ladder right now!

Rich Russillo: Seems like she echoes the same sentiments as Darcy has now slid in the ring and positioned the ladder under the briefcase! Drake is still motionless on the outside! Darcy is climbing and she’s gonna get the briefcase! Her fingertips are touching it!

James Peters: FROM BEHIND! DRAKE KING SMASHES DARCY IN THE BACK WITH A STEEL CHAIR! HOW IS DRAKE KING EVEN STILL STANDING RIGHT NOW?! AND AGAIN HE SMASHES HER WITH THE STEEL CHAIR! Drake grabs the dazed Darcy’s leg and pulls it out from under her! DARCY HITS FACE-FIRST ON THE LADDER RUNG! That didn’t look good, Drake had to have busted her open there!

(Darcy is indeed busted open after hitting that ladder, and she is clutching at her forehead where blood is pouring out.)

Persephone: It’s so gruesome. :blessed:

Rich Russillo: “The Messiah” Drake King is very proud of himself after that and he’s going to continue his attack by just stomping down on Darcy who can’t even defend herself at the moment! And Drake is now just pressing his boot down on the face of Darcy!

James Peter: Just look at the expression on Drake’s face! Nothing short of hatred for Darcy May Morgan, the same hatred that may have fueled him to get back up and stop Darcy from securing that briefcase! But uh oh, things are about to go from bad to worse for Darcy as the steel chair has been brought back into the equation!

Rich Russillo: This can’t be good! DRAKE NOW REPEATEDLY DRIVES THE BACK OF THE STEEL CHAIR INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DARCY! AND THE STRETCHER PART OF THE CHAIR BEING USED TO CHOKE THE LIFE OUT OF DARCY!

James Peters: Drake removes the chair off her neck, and Darcy is looking to seek refuge on the outside! Drake is not far behind, however, and he still has that steel chair in hand!

(Darcy begins using the ring post to slowly get back to her feet, while Drake primes to hit her again with the chair!)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE SWINGS FOR DARCY’S HEAD! …BUT SHE DUCKS UNDER IT AND DRAKE ENDS UP HITTING THE RING POST INSTEAD! The vibration causes Drake to drop that chair out of his hands! DARCY CAPITALIZES ON THIS MOMENT OF OPPORTUNITY AND USES THE RING APRON TO ASSIST HER WITH A TORNADO DDT! “The Messiah” just got spiked on his head!

James Peters: And now the tides have turned back in Darcy’s favor who retrieves the same chair Drake King was beating her down with! DARCY ATTEMPTS TO SWING THE CHAIR AT DRAKE’S HEAD THIS TIME- BUT DRAKE EVADES IT AT THE LAST SECOND! Drake is attempting to get away from an armed Darcy, WHO SWINGS AGAIN BUT THIS TIMES HITS THE COVER OF OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE AFTER DRAKE EVADES AGAIN!

Persephone: How hard is it to hit someone with a chair. :wow:

Rich Russillo: Very. Especially when you’re dealing with someone as elusive as Drake King, who is now walking up the stage in his attempt to get away from Darcy, who is still in hot pursuit with that chair! DARCY CHARGES AT DRAKE AND TAKES A BIG SWING- BUT DRAKE AGAIN SIDESTEPS AND NAILS DARCY WITH A KNEE TO THE SIDE OF HER HEAD! Beautiful game plan by the “Last Messiah” who lured Darcy in!

James Peters: Drake wraps the arms around the waist of Darcy and something tells me she’s about to get a rough landing! DRAKE HOISTS HER UP FOR A GERMAN SUPLEX…BUT DARCY DRIVES HER ELBOW BACK INTO THE FACE OF DRAKE KING, FORCING HIM TO RELEASE HIS HOLD OF HER!

Rich Russillo: DARCY MAY MORGAN GRABS THE HAIR OF DRAKE KING AND SLAMS HIM DOWN ON THE STEEL PART OF OUR ENTRANCE WAY! SKULL TO STEEL, AND YOU COULD SEE DRAKE’S HEAD WHIPLASH OFF THE IMPACT! Drake is in some serious pain, but Darcy grabs another barbwire ladder with her already bloodied hands. She clearly has more punishment in mind for King. Drake may not be aware of Morgan’s evil intentions, as he is leaned up against the barricade.

James Peters: DARCY DRIVES THE TOP OF THAT LADDER INTO THE MIDSECTION OF DRAKE KING AND SHE IS JUST PRESSING IT INTO THE MIDSECTION! Drake has nowhere to go as he’s trapped between that ladder and the barricade before Darcy eventually frees Drake King who stumbles his way over to the ring apron. Darcy sees another opportunity at torture, AND CHARGES IN AT DRAKE WITH THE LADDER BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND HE AVOIDS BEING CRUSHED BY DARCY FOR THE SECOND TIME!

Rich Russillo: But now Darcy is disarmed after that ladder head slammed into the ring apron! You can see her hands getting even more scratched up from that barbed wire! BUT EVER THE OPPORTUNIST, DRAKE WITH A BICYCLE KICK THAT SMASHES DARCY IN HER FACE! Darcy is down, meanwhile, Drake is the one who carries cruel intentions with that ladder now as he leans it up against the apron. Darcy is seeing stars after that knee, and Drake gets her between his legs for a powerbomb. And Powerbomb he will get, BECAUSE DRAKE SLAMS DARCY DOWN ON THAT LADDER!

Persephone: What a move by Drake!

James Peters: Darcy is rolling on the floor in agony after bouncing off that ladder! You can see some blood pouring out the back of Darcy May Morgan after getting sliced up by the barbed wire. And indeed, victory may be in sight for Drake King, but he opts to roll Darcy back into the ring alongside the ladder she was just Powerbombed on. I’m not sure if this is smart on behalf of Drake. But now we have two ladders in the ring. Drake is making use of the one just brought in by wedging the head of Darcy in between the legs of the ladder. If Drake goes through with what I think he’s going to, this could seriously be the end of Darcy’s career.

Rich Russillo: DRAKE TAKES A BIG LEAP IN THE AIR AND STOMPS DOWN ON THE SKULL OF DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!

Persephone: AW, DAMMIT! WHY’D SHE HAVE TO MOVE?!

James Peters: :mjwhat: To avoid serious injury at the hands of Drake King. Drake clearly isn’t happy by this turn of events, however, and he looks to quickly put an end to Darcy’s momentum! BUT DRAKE RUSHES INTO A DROP TOE HOLD FROM DARCY! AND- OH MY GOD! DRAKE KING GOES DOWN FACE-FIRST INTO THE BARBWIRE LADDER RUNG! And from the looks of things, Drake King has been busted open, after hitting his face on the rung. Reminiscent of the way he busted open Darcy a bit earlier into the match.

(Alongside the slash across his cheek, Drake now has blood pouring out from his forehead which collided with that barbwire rung. Drake is in some serious pain, but Darcy lies in the corner with the small smirk on her face, knowing she has dished out some serious punishment to Drake, and got a measure of revenge for earlier.)

Rich Russillo: Darcy has an opportune moment to climb that ladder and ascend, which she is going to take up right about now. The only thing Drake King may be able do is watch as that barbed wire is sticking to some of the skin on his forehead. Darcy is climbing up, and she may have this one in the bag. She has her hands on that briefcase!

James Peters: IT’S DRAKE! DRAKE MANAGED TO PEEL HIMSELF OFF THAT BARBED WIRE AND DRAKE HAS HIS HANDS ON THE SIDE OF THE LADDER! Darcy realizes she’s in serious trouble! DRAKE TIPS THE LADDER OVER AND DARCY’S THROAT GETS DRIVEN DOWN ON THE TOP ROPE! Drake King isn’t even able to capitalize on his actions after the toll this match has taken as he favors the skin missing from his forehead while being doubled over in the corner.

Persephone: Drake is able to fight through his injuries and he takes the recently tipped over ladder and bridges it in the corner on the middle rope.

Rich Russillo: Drake pummels Darcy with some strikes to the head and back area before bringing Darcy back to her feet. Drake forms a look of pure arrogance on his face, BEFORE WHIPPING DARCY INTO THAT BRIDGED LADDER!

James Peters: WHOA! Darcy has enough wherewithal to slow herself down before impact. DRAKE RUNS AT DARCY- BUT SHE SIDESTEPS DRAKE…who is able to stop himself before hitting that ladder as well! Drake turns around, BUT PURE STRENGTH ON DISPLAY BY DARCY WHO PICKS HIM UP AND SLAMS DRAKE DOWN WITH AN EMPHATIC SITOUT SPINEBUSTER ON THE CANVAS!

Rich Russillo: While Drake is looking to recover off that spinebuster, Darcy is peaking under the ring for a new weapon to introduce into this match. It seems like Darcy has settled on one though in the form of a kendo stick! Darcy slides in the ring, and the crowd brews with anticipation knowing what’s about to come next! DARCY SWINGS AND CRACKS DRAKE IN THE BACK WITH A KENDO STICK SHOT!

Persephone: AGAIN, AGAIN, AND AGAIN! DARCY KEEPS HITTING DRAKE KING WITH THAT KENDO STICK AND THE WELTS ARE FORMING ON HIS BACK!

James Peters: Drake is having no choice but to scurry to the outside! Darcy is swinging like a mad woman! BUT DARCY FOLLOWS DRAKE OUT THERE AND SWINGS AGAIN WITH THE KENDO STICK TO THE BACK OF DRAKE THAT CAUSES HIM TO GO DOWN TO ALL FOURS! Darcy raises that kendo stick to crack Drake in the back again..

Rich Russillo: BUT IT’S DRAKE WHO USES THE RAZOR WHIP DARCY BROUGHT OUT EARLIER TO HIS DISPOSAL AND DARCY GETS SLASHED WITH IT ACROSS THE TORSO AREA!

(Darcy drops the kendo stick out of her hands and falls to a heap, feeling the pain from that razor whip shot slashing her in the stomach, causing some blood to begin leaking out from her abdomen area. Drake King clearly has no remorse for Darcy or for his actions and staggers back to his feet with the whip still in hand, ready to inflict even more punishment upon Morgan.)

Drake King: YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF, DARCY!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE KING SLASHES DARCY WITH THAT WHIP AGAIN, BUT THIS TIME ON THE BACK! Drake decides to drop the razor whip and opts to swap it out with the kendo stick Darcy was just beating him with. Drake grabs both ends of the kendo stick and brings it across the throat of the already hunched over Darcy May Morgan! Darcy has nowhere to go while Drake just pulls back with the kendo stick and chokes the life out of her!

James Peter: Drake finally relieves the pressure of that kendo stick off the neck of Darcy! And tosses the stick aside to go after the chair used earlier! He’s really using every weapon in sight. Darcy is up to one knee and trying to get back to her feet after the beatdown Drake has given her. DRAKE SWINGS THE STEEL CHAIR AND IT COLLIDES WITH THE SKULL OF DARCY MAY MORGAN!

Persephone: She’s gotta be dead, right?

Rich Russillo: If not, she’s on life support. But Drake tosses the kendo stick, steel chair, and Darcy May Morgan back into the ring. And Drake climbs on top of that ladder he bridged on the middle rope earlier. This thing can’t be 100% stable but I think stability that’s the last thing on Drake’s mind right now. He wants to put Darcy May Morgan out of commission for good.

James Peters: You can’t fault Drake’s thought process either because every time he’s tried to ascend that ladder, Darcy has been there to stop him. Drake needs to neutralize the threat of Darcy for good before he can get that briefcase. DRAKE NOW BUNGEES OFF THE LADDER FOR A BEAUTIFUL FROG SPLASH…NO! Unfortunately for Drake, Darcy gets the knees up! Drake can’t believe it as he’s gasping for air, while making it back to his feet.

Persephone: DARCY RUSHES DRAKE FOR THE FACE ACHE! BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE CAUGHT THE FOOT OF DARCY! HE SPINS HER AROUND, AND HOOKS BOTH ARMS OF DARCY! HE COULD BE BRINGING HER UP FOR A CHICKENWING FACEBUSTER! But before dropping Darcy down, he turns direction toward the ladder…this can’t end well for Darcy May Morgan. DRAKE SENDS HER DOWN FACE FIRST ON THE LADDER!

James Peters: YOU JUMPED THE GUN A BIT EARLY THERE BECAUSE DARCY AVOIDS CATASTROPHE BY ROLLING OUT ON THAT CHICKENWING AND SENDING DRAKE FACE-FIRST INTO THE BRIDGED LADDER WITH A WHEELBARROW FACEBUSTER! Or so I thought it was face-first but Drake managed to cushion his impact and a bit by putting his forearm in front of his face! Still doesn’t let Drake off with a free pass as now there’s a giant gash on the forearm of King from being split open with that barbed wire.

Persphone: That’s a lot of blood!

Drake King: MOTHER-FREAKER!

Rich Russillo: Now is Darcy’s time to finally start mounting a comeback against Drake King who has been beating her down for quite some time in this match up! Speaking of Drake, Darcy needs to beware as he has separated himself from that barbed wire, but turns around where Darcy tosses a chair at the face of Drake King. Drake manages to catch the chair though, BUT DARCY DRIVES THE SOLE OF HER BOOT INTO DRAKE’S FACE WITH FACE ACHE!!!! THIS TIME THE BICYCLE KICK CONNECTS!! DRAKE KING IS OUT, DARCY MAY HAS TIME TO WIN THIS! But now she carries the task of getting that formerly ladder set up back into position. Darcy needs to hurry on this one!

James Peters: The ladder is finally set up under that briefcase, and Darcy May Morgan begins her ascension. But-

Persephone: Drake King is back and he is holding onto the foot of Darcy May Morgan from the floor. Even when he can barely stand, Drake refuses to let Darcy climb the ladder and win this match.

James Peters: Darcy is clearly infuriated and delivers stomp after stomp to the face of Drake King. Drake’s grip around the foot of Darcy is loosening, and she manages to ascend up the ladder! DRAKE ISNT GONNA ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN AND RIPS DARCY AWAY FROM THE LADDER! DRAKE THEN BUCKLE BOMBS HER INTO THE CORNER!

Rich Russillo: Drake follows up with a SUPERKICK, AND ANOTHER SUPERKICK! DARCY IS DAZED AND DRAKE TAKES THIS OPPORTUNITY TO PUT HER DOWN WITH THE DAWN OF JUSTICE ON THE CHAIR! THE PEDIGREE CONNECTS! Darcy Morgan is motionless! The punishment she’s suffered throughout this match may have finally gotten to her! Drake realizes now is his moment, he may have finally neutralized the threat of Darcy May Morgan. Drake heads to the top of the ladder!

James Peters: Drake is at the top and he has officially begun unhooking the briefcase. We’re gonna have a new Cash in the Vault holder! HE’S DONE IT!!! DRAKE UNHOOKS THE BRIEFCASE!!!!

Rich Russillo: NOT YET!! DARCY MAY MORGAN ALMOST RUNNING ON ADRENALINE AND STORMING UP THAT LADDER! DRAKE CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT HE’S SEEING! NEITHER CAN I!

James Peters: The shock of Drake King leaves him open for a strike right to the face from Darcy! But Drake fires back with a punch of his own! Then Darcy fires back, Drake fires back, Darcy again! Both jockeying for position on top of that ladder before it looks like Drake gets the upper hand! HE’S LAYING INTO DARCY WITH HIS PUNCHES! BUT DARCY HAS A LAST GASP AND SLAMS DRAKE DOWN FACE-FIRST ON TOP OF THE LADDER!

Rich Russillo: DARCY USES THE LADDER RUNG TO STEP UP AND SCORE A STIFF STEP-UP KNEE STRIKE ON DRAKE KING THAT SENDS NOT ONLY HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS BUT DARCY AS WELL WHO LOSES HER FOOTING AFTER CONNECTING WITH THAT MOVE! Now both competitors lie down on the mat, WILL THERE BE ANYTHING LEFT OF THESE TWO WHEN THE MATCH IS ACTUALLY OVER?!

(Rich’s question was a fair one, because so far, the two of them had given this match their all. It was evident that both Darcy and Drake had their own reasons for wanting to win this match. Drake had vowed to punish Darcy and make her pay for betraying him, and he had more than delivered. Darcy was beaten and bloody, but if there is one thing we all know about ‘The Leading Lady’ is that she is never truly broken. Darcy has found a way to survive so far and keep that briefcase from leaving with Drake.)

Persephone: Boo. They’re both sitting up. I was hoping they would both bleed out.

James Peters: Drake and Darcy have made it into a sitting position and both look worse for the wear. I really have no clue what else they can possibly throw at one another but it seems like we are about to find out. The wear and tear of this match is showing on their bodies, as well as on their faces.

Rich Russillo: Drake is the first competitor up, and he motions at Darcy to join him. Darcy looks exhausted, but she knows that she can’t let up, not even for a minute. ‘The Leading Lady’ is up, but she is hunched over, and here comes Drake. Darcy greets him with a right hand to the mid-section, and Drake fires back with a clubbing blow to the back of the neck. Darcy’s knees buckle, but she remains standing and hits Drake in the stomach for a second time. Drake’s unbothered and he brings his knee up, driving the air right out of Darcy’s lungs! Drake shoves the ladder to the side, and he takes Darcy by the hand, whipping her into the ropes.

Persephone: Darcy comes flying back at Drake and ducks to avoid a lariat! Darcy jumps on the ropes and she gets Drake with a springboard back elbow! Drake staggers back and Darcy goes to the ropes! Darcy up top and she waits for Drake to turn around… DIVING HURRICANRANA! DRAKE IS DOWN! DARCY MOUNTS HIM AND BEGINS THROWING FOREARMS! THEY’RE DOING THEIR DAMAGE TO DRAKE! DARCY HAS REOPENED THOSE WOUNDS FROM EARLIER! FRESH BLOOD IS FLYING EVERYWHERE! I LOVE IT!

James Peters: DRAKE FINALLY THROWS DARCY OFF BUT SHE’S RIGHT BACK ON THE ATTACK! DARCY IS JUST THROWING PUNCH AFTER PUNCH, AND DRAKE FINALLY GRABS HER BY THE ARMS! DARCY DESPERATELY TRIES TO FIGHT HER WAY FREE BUT DRAKE IS BIGGER AND STRONGER, AND HE MANAGES TO FORCE HER OVER ON HER BACK! DRAKE QUICKLY WRAPS HIS HANDS AROUND DARCY’S THROAT AND HE IS CHOKING THE LIFE OUT OF HER!

Rich Russillo: DARCY IS ABLE TO GET HER HANDS UP AND SHE JAMS HER FINGERS IN DRAKE’S EYES! DRAKE IS FORCED TO LET HER GO AND DARCY ROLLS AWAY FROM HIM! DARCY IS UP FIRST AND HITS DRAKE IN THE TEMPLE WITH A SHOOT STYLE KICK! SHE GETS HIM ACROSS THE CHEST WITH ANOTHER! AND A THIRD CONNECTS RIGHT TO THE FACE! DARCY LEAPS OVER DRAKE, RUNS THE ROPES, AND SHE GETS DRAKE RIGHT IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A DROPKICK!

Persephone: Darcy looks fucking wild right now, and her eyes settle on the chair! DARCY HAS THE CHAIR AND SHE SLAMS IT DOWN ACROSS THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD! DARCY THROWS THE CHAIR DOWN AND ROLLS DRAKE ON TOP OF IT! THE BACK OF HIS HEAD IS RESTING ON THE CHAIR LIKE A PILLOW! DARCY TURNS, GETS THE LADDER, AND PULLS IT TOWARDS DRAKE! SHE LAYS THE LADDER ACROSS HIS FACE, AND I THINK SHE IS GOING TO THE TOP ROPE AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: :lupe: I think Darcy has set Drake up for ‘The Grand Finale.’

James Peters: Darcy doesn’t use her shooting star press very often, but this isn’t just an ordinary match. This is a match that will make her or break her, and her season.

Rich Russillo: DARCY GOES FOR IT! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Persephone: AND DRAKE JUST THREW THE LADDER! HE CAUGHT DARCY IN THE FACE WHILE SHE WAS IN THE AIR AND SHE’S CURLED INTO THE FETAL POSITION NOW! HER FACE IS BUSTED OPEN ONCE AGAIN! :blessed:

James Peters: Jesus Christ. I don’t know how much more these two can take. I really don’t.

Rich Russillo: :lupe: Why is Drake leaving the ring?

Persephone: SO HE CAN BRING THAT INTO THE RING! OH MY GOD! YES!!!

(The socially distanced crowd can’t help but react in shock as Drake retrieves his old friend, the branding iron.)

James Peters: Oh no.

Persephone: MELT 👏 HER 👏 FACE 👏 OFF 👏

Rich Russillo: Drake has slithered back into the ring and right now, he doesn’t look like any Messiah I have ever seen depicted in pictures or whatever. Drake looks like the devil reincarnated and Darcy is about to pay the ultimate price for her sins.

James Peters: Darcy sees what Drake has in his hands and she is backing up towards the corner! Darcy is too proud to beg, but her eyes are telling a different story. She is practically pleading with Drake not to use that, but I don’t think Drake is going to listen. Drake slowly makes his way to the corner, and dodges a desperation kick from Darcy. He snatches her by the hair and drags her out of the corner on her knees.

(It’s a tense moment as Drake pulls Darcy to the center of the ring, and haunches down so the two can be at eye level. It’s quite a sight. Both are covered in blood, bruised and busted up, and there’s so much emotion on both of their faces. For the first real time in the match Darcy looks terrified. She’s not sure how much more she can give at this point. She is staring at Drake, her blue eyes full of anguish, and all Drake can do is sneer.)

Drake King: (off-mic) It never had to come to this, Darcy. I never wanted things to go this far. I tried to help you. I tried to give you everything you have ever wanted in this business. I thought you were deserving of it, but in the end, you proved yourself to be just like eve-

Persephone: DARCY WITH A LOW BLOW!

Rich Russillo: THE BRANDING IRON FALLS FROM DRAKE’S HANDS AND DARCY SCRAMBLES TO RETRIEVE IT! DARCY HAS THE BRANDING IRON AND SHE IS MAKING HER WAY BACK TO DRAKE! DRAKE IS ROLLING AROUND, IN OBVIOUS PAIN, AND DARCY LOOKS TO BRAND HIM!

James Peters: DRAKE ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY AND THE BRANDING IRON SLAMS INTO THE MAT! DARCY CAN’T BELIEVE SHE MISSED, AND DRAKE IS ON THE APRON NOW! HE DROPS TO THE GROUND BUT DARCY DARTS BETWEEN THE ROPES!

BAM!!!!

Persephone: DRAKE WITH A TRASH CAN LID! HE JUST NAILED DARCY RIGHT IN THE HEAD! DARCY IS HANGING OVER THE MIDDLE ROPE NOW AND DRAKE TAKES THE TRASH CAN AND SMASHED IT DOWN OVER THE BACK OF HER HEAD! DRAKE THE REDEEMER BACK INSIDE THE RING NOW AND HE’S GOT THE BRANDING IRON!

(No one inside the Superdome will ever forget the sound of Darcy May Morgan’s blood curdling scream.)

Rich Russillo: My God… Drake King just branded this poor woman….

Persephone: (whispering) Awesome…

James Peters: Darcy is rolling around on the mat in agony, grabbing at her left shoulder. Drake drove that burning branding iron into the back of Darcy’s left shoulder blade, leaving his initials imprinted on her forever.

Rich Russillo: I really don’t know what else to say…

Persephone: I mean, he could have just melted her face off.

James Peters: That is not a silver lining…

(Drake tosses the branding iron down and heads towards the ladder. He grabs it and repositions it right under the Cash in the Vault briefcase.)

Rich Russillo: I really think this is it, guys. All the hard work, all the effort, and everything else Darcy has poured into this company and into making a name for herself is about to go up in flames. Drake King is about to become our brand new Cash in the Vault holder.

(There’s a sinking feeling inside the Superdome as the fans watch in horror as Drake the Redeemer begins to make his way up the ladder. He takes his time, soaking in the reaction of the crowd, and enjoying every single insult and boo they send his way.)

James Peters: I always try and take an unbiased perspective whenever we call these matches, but I am completely disgusted right now. Drake King is about to steal something that doesn’t belong to him and just rip the heart out of Darcy May Morgan.

Persephone: She didn’t have to put the briefcase on the line against him, and you know that. Stop being so fucking dramatic, Jim. Darcy asked for this. She deserves this. She should have cashed in already because Gawd knows the bitch had plenty of opportunities.

James Peters: You just don’t fucking get it do you?

Rich Russillo: ENOUGH! DRAKE IS AT THE TOP OF THE LADDER!

Persephone: :skip: GET THE FUCKING BRIEFCASE, DAMN!

(Drake reaches for the briefcase but stops, literally centimeters away from grabbing it. The crowd is shocked, but The Messiah cracks an arrogant grin. He positions himself on top of the ladder and raises his hands in the air.)

Drake King: :blessed:

(The crowd goes absolutely crazy, booing the fuck out of the man they will never ever accept as their Messiah.)

Drake King: :drakelike:

(Down on the mat, Darcy is stirring and she sees what’s going on. She’s in so much pain thanks to the match, the branding, and just mentally exhausted when you think of the rollercoaster ride she has been on since Pain for Pride. Drake looks down from the ladder and sees his adversary looking up at him and he places his hand on the briefcase.)

Drake King: (off-mic) Awwwww.

(Like a true douchebag, Drake gives the briefcase a little swing, just taunting Darcy with how close he is to it. A look of pure rage crosses Darcy’s face.)

Darcy May Morgan: (off-mic) Just grab it. Just fucking take it, Drake.

(Much to Darcy’s utter disgust, Drake sits down on the top of the ladder.)

Drake King: (off-mic) Now that would be an easy solution, wouldn’t it? You could just turn around and cry about how big bad Drake King ruined your life. You claimed you would do absolutely anything to retain this briefcase. Get up here and prove it.

Persephone: :comeagain:

James Peters: Did he really just tell Darcy to get up the ladder and take the briefcase? :skip:

(Darcy is confused, much like the rest of the crowd. She doesn’t trust Drake at all, but what choice does she have? He could grab the briefcase at any moment and she would lose everything. In her mind, this is a no win situation. With trepidation in her eyes, Darcy forces herself to get up and with her mangled hands and battered body, she starts to climb up the ladder on the opposite side from Drake.)

Rich Russillo: I have no fucking clue what is even going on anymore. Drake King had this match won until he challenged Darcy to get up the ladder and prove how much she wanted to retain her briefcase. Darcy is almost level with Drake, but she seems hesitant to reach for the briefcase.

James Peters: Drake just gave the briefcase a little swing, and Darcy moved her head. A smirk crosses Drake’s face, and Darcy can help but glare at him. Drake grabs the briefcase again and he is going to unhook it but Darcy with a punch to the gut!

Persephone: DRAKE TAKES THE BRIEFCASE AND HE SLAMS IT INTO DARCY’S SKULL! DARCY SLIPS AND SHE SLIDES DOWN THE LADDER! THE BARBED WIRE IS DIGGING INTO HER FLESH AND SLICING HER UP ON THE WAY DOWN!

Rich Russillo: HER CHIN SLAMS INTO THE BOTTOM RUNG OF THE LADDER AND SHE’S JUST LAYING THERE! DRAKE CAREFULLY SWITCHES TO THE SIDE DARCY WAS ON AND HE IS REACHING FOR TH-

James Peters: JUDGEMENT DAY! JUDGEMENT DAY! DRAKE WITH THE CURBSTOMP OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!!

Persephone: NO! DARCY MOVED! DRAKE MISSED COMPLETELY!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE’S KNEE BUCKLES BUT HE CATCHES HIMSELF IN THE ROPES! DARCY IS USING HER FOREARMS TO PUSH HERSELF UP THE LADDER! DRAKE LIMPS TOWARDS THE LADDER AS QUICKLY AS HE CAN AND HE NAILS HER IN THE BACK BUT DARCY USES HER FOOT TO KICK HIM AWAY! DRAKE DARTS TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LADDER AND NOW BOTH ELITISTS ARE RACING TO THE TOP! DARCY GETS THERE FIRST AND SHE’S GOT HER HANDS ON HER BRIEFCASE! COME ON DARCY! UNHOOK IT!

James Peters: DRAKE WITH A FOREARM THAT CATCHES HER FLUSH ACROSS THE JAW! DARCY MANAGES TO CATCH HERSELF BEFORE SHE FALLS AND SHE FIRES BACK WITH A FOREARM OF HER OWN! DRAKE RETALIATES! DARCY! DRAKE! DARCY! DRAKE! DARCY! DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!

Persephone: DARCY WITH A HEADBUTT! DARCY CAUGHT HIM WITH A HEADBUTT! DRAKE IS STUNNED AND DARCY WITH ANOTHER HEADBUTT! SHE NEARLY KNOCKS HERSELF OUT BUT SHE REGAINS HER MOMENTUM! DRAKE TAKES ONE MORE STEP UP AND HE GRABS FOR THE BRIEFCASE! DARCY PUNCHES HIM IN THE STOMACH AND SHE IS REACHING DOWN INTO HER BOOT! WHAT IS SHE DOING?!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE’S NEARLY GOT THE CASE UNHOOKED! DARCY LOOK! DARCY!

James Peters: DARCY DIGS DEEP AND RAKES DRAKE ACROSS THE FACE! HE LETS GO OF THE CASE AND SHE GRABS HIS HAIR AND SLAMS HIS FACE DOWN ON TOP OF THE LADDER! SHE DOES IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN! ALL OF DARCY’S EMOTION IS POURING OUT OF HER RIGHT NOW! DRAKE IS REELING!

Persephone: DRAKE WITH ONE LAST ATTEMPT AT GRABBING THE BRIEFCASE! HE PUSHES HIMSELF UP DESPITE THE BEATING DARCY JUST GAVE HIM! HE’S GOT IT! DRAKE HAS THE BRI-

Rich Russillo: ‘LEADING LEFT’! ‘LEADING LEFT’!

(It’s almost as if everything pauses for a moment. When Darcy went for her boot, she removed a pair of brass knux made out of gold. She slipped them on her hand and landed the blow right to Drake’s jaw as his hand clasped the hook and he was grabbing the case. Drake’s eyes locked on Darcy’s as his hands fell from her case, but more than anything it was the look on his face that sent a chill down Darcy’s spine as Drake fell from the ladder.)

James Peters: GET. THE. FUCKING. CASE.

Crowd: DARCY! DARCY! DARCY! DARCY!

(With tears in her eyes, Darcy grabbed her briefcase, yanking it down and hugging it to her chest.)

(Ding! Ding! Ding!)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL THE CASH IN THE VAULT HOLDER… DARCY MAY MORGAN!!!

(“Spotlight Savior” begins to blast across the PA system as Darcy sits on top of the ladder and buries her destroyed face against the briefcase. She fought for her livelihood tonight and she got her statement victory.)

James Peters: There is nothing but pure emotion coming from Darcy May Morgan right now. She gave this match everything she had and in the end, it was just enough. She managed to catch Drake off guard and knock him from the ladder and her dream of becoming the Universal Women’s Champion in 2021 are still alive.

Rich Russillo: Drake King did everything he said he was going to do and then some tonight. He promised to torture and punish and hurt Darcy, and no doubt the scars from this match will be ones Darcy wears for the rest of her life. Drake branded her, beat her, and berated her, but somehow she overcame everything and emerged from the match as the winner.

(Darcy finally wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and gingerly stands up. The crowd is standing for her, cheering for her, and letting her know how much the respect the effort she gave tonight. She holds the briefcase up, and the cheers get louder, and that’s the final camera shot as Road to Redemption fades to another area of the Superdome.)

(Promotional ad for Road to Redemption, where the EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber will take place.)

(The camera returns to the ringside area to see the cheering fans all around. The various promotions for Road to Redemption are seen everywhere with the show coming so soon. But after. A brief moment, the blank titantron turns neon pink and “Juno” by Sabrina Carpenter blasts through the speakers. The crowd gives a mixed reaction of mostly boos as Ashlynn Quinn makes her way out onto the stage with the New Breed Championship around her waist and a microphone in hand. Her expression is a mixture of frustration and smug confidence.)

Persephone: Well someone is in a fucking mood tonight. Look at the sourpuss on the Barbie doll.

Thadd Blazevich: Yeah, bro. I mean you’d be upset too. It looked like Ashlynn and Kai Rabeaux had a shot at taking it home against the Unified Tag Team Champions last week but it all went off the rails when Clayton Golde showed up! He interrupted one of the best tag performances the Voltage brand has seen in a long time and may have cost Voltage the Unified Tag Team Championships at the end of the day!

Rich Russillo: The distraction proved to be the undoing of Ashlynn Quinn and Mr. 24/7 last week against Rex McAllister and Raven Roberts. But Ashlynn made sure to pay him back last night when she laid him out on Showdown. Golde has made his aspirations for Ashlynn’s championship very clear, but the New Breed Champion has been less than pleased by all of this.

(Ashlynn finishes walking down the ramp and climbs up the steps and through the ropes. She looks around inside the ring as her music cuts out, placing one hand on the edge of her title as though she were putting it on her hip.)

Ashlynn Quinn: Okay, so my insta has been full of replies by people wondering WTF I was doing on Showdown last night. You all probably tried to send me DM’s too… but this 10 is not open to all you 4’s out there. No no. Only Kai has open access to DM me. But Showdown was my business. Clayton Golde interfered last week, he decided that his title shot— THAT HE DOES NOT DESERVE IF YOU ASK ME, WHICH NO ONE DID ABOUT MY OWN TITLE— was more important than me adding a matching title to my precious treasure here.

(She pats the face plate of her championship.)

Ashlynn Quinn: He wants to fight me so bad? Well fine the. He is going to get his wish. But I have some bad news for Clayton Golde…

Ashlynn Quinn: I REFUSE TO LOSE THIS CHAMPIONSHIP TO AN UGGO INCEL!!!!

(Ashlynn then poses for the camera, awaiting her music…)

(“Betty (Get Money)” by Yung Gravy hits the speakers to a reaction of boos from the crowd as Clayton Golde now walks out onto the stage with a microphone. Clayton doesn’t look impressed hearing everything Ashlynn said, and he starts to walk down the ramp, just shaking his head.)

Thadd Blazevich: Uh oh bros! Clayton can’t be happy after last night! And we all know he’s had his eyes set on Ashlynn’s title for a while! This could get heated pretty quickly!

Persephone: I would’ve said “it’ll get ugly” but honestly it’s already ugly in more ways than one.

Rich Russillo: These two have a history and they aren’t shy about each other. At Road to Redemption, Clayton Golde will get his shot at Ashlynn Quinn for the New Breed Championship, but tonight, he looks like he has a response for everything the champion has said and done in the last 24 hours!

(Clayton is still walking down the ramp as he begins to speak, his eyes locked directly in on Ashlynn. A cocky smirk sits on his face as he watches the champion’s every move.)

Clayton Golde: Listen to yourself, Ashlynn! You’ve said a lot of hurtful things here tonight. And while I agree that most of these peoples are 4’s really even on a generous day, I will not accept being referred to as “an incel uggo!” I’m far too handsome for that. And really? You’re really hyping yourself up over that cowardly cheap shot you took last night? That’s what your get back was? That’s not gonna give you any better chance of stopping me at Road to Redemption. In fact, I’d say it really shows that you’re more afraid of me than you’re willing to admit. That you know exactly the threat I pose to you and your title reign, and it’s got you on the ropes.

(Golde reaches the steps and walks up, climbing quickly between the ropes to stand directly across from Ashlynn, who looks particularly annoyed at his presence. Golde shifts his stance, his arms folded as he speaks and giving off a very self confident energy.)

Clayton Golde: Last time, you got lucky. You escaped with the title and you ran off. But this time things will end how they were supposed to for me. I will become the new New Breed Champion and take the title that should’ve been mine the first time around. I’m ready to hold gold, and it’s just an extra little charity on top to know that I’ll be causing you to throw a temper tantrum because of it. Your little run as the champion of this division is coming to an end, I’ll make sure of it. But don’t worry. You’ll always have your Ms. Voltage crown to make you feel better on the cold nights when Kai’s bald ass head isn’t doing it for you anymore.

(The two exchange looks for a moment before Ashlynn scoffs and raises her microphone to speak.)

Ashlynn Quinn: I’m sorry… but can you explain exactly where along the way you got the right to even say any of this to me? The reality is, you already had your chance and you blew it. I never “escaped” with the title. I beat you. I put you down. I was better than you then. I am better than you now. You wanted this match with me, and you got it. But don’t go trying to convince yourself that you’re on some main character bullshit and suddenly the magic of hopes and verbal manifestation means you have any kind of shot at changing the result this time around. You were never cheated, Clayton. You weren’t screwed over. You weren’t robbed. You. Lost. I am the champion because I am the better wrestler, and that’s all there is to it. And at Road to Redemption, it will be the same thing all over again.

Clayton Golde: Yeah… you keep telling yourself that. You talk a big game but when it comes time for the bell to ring, deep down you know you can’t even lace my boots.

Ashlynn Quinn: In case you forgot, I’m the one holding the title. Not you. But no. I wouldn’t lace your boots, they’re hideous and a sin from whatever designer made them. Just like the way you sound whenever you open that mouth. But that’s all good. Because I’ll make sure to shut you up for good at Road to Redemption.

Clayton Golde: There’s not a damn thing you and your little fashion talk can do to stop me. Save your breath because it isn’t worth it. I’m coming for that title. And it will be mine. I’m going to be the champion whether you like it or not. You keep talking like I’m beneath you, Ashlynn, but deep down you know exactly why I’m in your head. I’m the one person you can’t finesse, can’t distract, can’t out-cute your way past. You can posture all night long, but when that bell rings, you’re standing across from the man who learned from every mistake you think you capitalized on. And this time, I’m not giving you an inch.

(Ashlynn reaches behind herself and unclips the title belt, holding it in her hand.)

Ashlynn Quinn: Oh you don’t like the fashion talk? Makes sense. You can’t accessorize like me.

(She drops her microphone and holds the championship high over her head. She and Clayton stare each other down for several seconds before Golde smirks at her then looks up at the title. He then rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp, his eyes on Ashlynn the whole way.)

Clayton Golde: (Off mic) Enjoy it while you can! This ends real soon!

(Ashlynn looks on, agitated at Clayton and his ego. She clenches her jaw and grips the strap of the belt tight, still holding it high over her head.)

Rich Russillo: What we’re seeing is ego clashing with opportunity. Ashlynn wants to control the narrative, and Golde wants to rewrite it. Neither is willing to blink first.

Persephone: And meanwhile Kai’s probably backstage wondering how he got dragged into this when all he did was exist. He also lost his shot at the tag team titles.

Thadd Blazevich: That’s partnership, dude. Sometimes you’re the support system, sometimes you’re the accidental target.

Rich Russillo: Either way, tensions are only rising as Road to Redemption gets closer.

(The camera fades elsewhere.)

(Commercial for Christmas Day NBA games.)

(The camera cuts backstage to ARIA sitting atop of a road case, rubbing the back of her neck in pain as she got dropped along with the rest of the field for the Extreme Elimination Chamber where she’ll compete for the Universal Women’s Championship. The crowd burst into cheers once seeing ARIA on the screen, and she hops off the road case, turning her attention over to the camera, beginning to address it.)

ARIA: Safe to say, the other night didn’t go according to plan. On Dynasty, I was there like everyone else to make a statement, but Ms. Extreme made one at all of our expenses instead. One week away from Road to Redemption, and the momentum is in her favor right now. However, I’ve been part of EAW for a long time at this point, and I know not to let any of that get into my head. I have to remain focused, for Road to Redemption is perhaps the biggest opportunity of my season thus far, and might be the only crack I have at the Universal Women’s Championship. I don’t expect future opportunities at the Championship to come easy, so I’m going to make sure I make this one count.

(ARIA has a look of determination in her eyes, preparing herself for the dangers that lie ahead.)

ARIA: Physically, I know it’s going to be rough, and extremely taxing on the body as multiple women come at you with whatever weapon they can conjure up in their heads. Mentally, I need to be in the same place I was in to win my first and only Championship back at Road to Redemption 2022, which wasn’t easy. There, I learned first hand how grueling an Extreme Elimination Chamber match can be, because you don’t walk away without a couple scars. For some, you might not even walk away at all. But you don’t leave without knowing that you have been in a fight, and better yet, earned every bit of success that has come your way. If I’m to walk out with the Universal Women’s Championship at Road to Redemption, it’ll be because I’ve EARNED it.

(ARIA cracks a smile as the crowd can be heard cheering in the background, firmly behind her to win at Road to Redemption.)

ARIA: I’ll have earned the right to call myself a World Champion, and forever etch my name in the title’s history to always be remembered. Not just as Universal Women’s Champion, but the one who ended Ms. Extreme’s reign with the title as well. Because let’s face it, Camille has been on quite the roll lately. She has turned away every challenger that has entered her path since Pain for Pride. From Bea Valentine, to Daniella Atlas, to KASAI, she has been borderline unstoppable. As if Dynasty wasn’t enough of a message already, her track record certainly is. She isn’t letting this title go easily, and I can’t look through her or anybody else in the Extreme Elimination Chamber lineup. I’m not the only one who wants this, to walk out as Universal Women’s Champion, and forever etch their name into history. No, because there are five hungry other women that do, and are downright willing to maim me in order to accomplish said goal.

ARIA: But I talked about Ms. Extreme’s track record, look at my track record to know I’ll match that intensity right back.

(ARIA shows off the scrapes and bruises from her match with Saori Aizen last week where the two competed in a deathmatch to determine who’d earn their spot in the EEC to begin with. In the end, ARIA used her patented “ARIA of Destruction” submission maneuver to win, using a cork winder for extra assistance to make Saori tap out.)

ARIA: Last week, you saw how far I was willing to go to enter this match. Imagine how far I’m willing to go to win said match. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not underestimating the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and what it potentially holds for me in terms of danger. I’m not underestimating any of the competitors in said match either, because we each have our own separate reasons for competing. For Holly Arrow, she’s never touched Championship gold before, and her fire might be burning brighter than ever at Road to Redemption to finally rise above that hump, which has been holding her back for years. Then again, there’s Milli Banks, who has reached the pinnacle herself, and still has something to prove. She wants to be Champion again, and prove that the Milli Banks era “isn’t a memory, it’s the future.” KASAI’s got a family legacy to uphold, Raven Roberts hasn’t been a World Champion in years, and Ms. Extreme’s determination comes from this title reign being the culmination of everything she’s built towards.

ARIA: Again, I’m not underestimating the field, and what they’re capable of. But they better not underestimate me, and what I’m capable of heading into Road to Redemption either. They better not underestimate just how bad I want this, and to call myself Universal Women’s Champion either. It’s a tall task heading into the event, but you’re never truly tested if you run away from uncomfortable situations, are you? Last week, I went through pain, but the result made it worth it. I both closed the book on my rivalry with Saori Aizen, and entered the Extreme Elimination Chamber match. Now, Road to Redemption will be even more worth it when I become Universal Women’s Champion. I guarantee it.

(ARIA looks directly into the camera with focus, sending a message to her opponents that she knows is somewhere watching this right now as the camera goes to cutaway- but ARIA cocks her head to the side as Saori Aizen comes out of nowhere to blindside her! Knocking ARIA face first into the road case as she drops to a knee! Saori forms a sadistic grin on her face, looking down at ARIA stunned from her assault.)

Persephone: Oh, come on! I thought this was over with after last week!

Rich Russillo: I did too, Persephone! But it appears that Saori Aizen is not yet done with ARIA just yet!

(ARIA stands ARIA up, and begins to slam her face first off the road case REPEATEDLY!)

Thadd Blazevich: AGAIN AND AGAIN! Saori is relentless in her attack, and throws ARIA SHOULDER FIRST INTO A DOOR!

(ARIA hit the door HARD, and favors it while turning around, leaning back against the door. Saori grabs hold of that road case, and drives it into ARIA’s MIDSECTION! Saori keeps it pinned there, pressing into ARIA’s stomach as she starts to cough up blood.)

Rich Russillo: Oh no! ARIA’s starting to cough up blood! Somebody has to stop Saori Aizen immediately! This could jeopardize her future for Road to Redemption!

Persephone: You mean that we’d be a competitor short, and wouldn’t have to watch the full thing? :mjlit:

Thadd Blazevich: This is serious!

(ARIA finally manages to push the road case off of her, and starts staggering away from Saori, struggling to catch her breath before dropping to a knee. ARIA continues to cough up blood as Saori looks around, and picks a glass vase with roses in it up off a table, eyeing ARIA from behind as she stands herself up before…)

(**SMASH!!**)

Rich Russillo: OOH! SAORI JUST SMASHED THAT GLASS VASE OVER THE BACK OF ARIA’S HEAD!

(ARIA writhes in pain on the ground, and her fingers start to turn red with blood that leaks out from the back of her head as a result of that glass. From there, Saori mounts ARIA, and starts to unload with RIGHT HANDS! Reopening the stitches on ARIA’s forehead!)

Thadd Blazevich: SAORI, I BELIEVE YOU’VE MADE YOUR POINT! SERIOUSLY, WHERE IS SECURITY TO STOP THIS?!

(Saori finally relents, and starts shoving the rose pedals into ARIA’s mouth, adding extra insult to injury before ARIA coughs them back out, struggling to breathe as blood continues to pour out her mouth. Saori kneels over ARIA’s body as she keeps coughing, and gets close to her ear.)

Saori Aizen: Sure… you’re in the Chamber, and I will win the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal at Road to Redemption. But last week doesn’t mean things are over between us. Far from it, actually. So, the Extreme Elimination, and “the dangers” of it aren’t the only thing you need to worry about. You need to watch your back, because you never know which corner I’m lurking around either.

(Saori picks up ARIA’s head, and slams the side of her face into the glass shards on the floor from that vase. ARIA’s fully out at this point, a bloody mess as Saori stands up. Saori manically laugh to herself as she backs away from ARIA with medical personnel flooding the scene, kneeling down to check if she’s okay to no response from her. Some security guards rush in to the area, but Saori Aizen is already gone as the crowd reigns down with heavy boos toward her. From there, the camera begins to fade elsewhere.)

[SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2023.]

(Road To Redemption comes back as the last match graphic of the night is seen flashing across the screen, the crowd in an uproar.)

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Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT!!!

Crowd: NJOFEWNUGRBUIFQWNIOGRBNBFQEIUNIODQWNIOEGWBRWBIUFUIOBQFEWINOINOQDWNGWIOENIODQWNIOWEGNIOQEFBNRWBUFQIUONFQWNIOFEWNIOFQWNIOQFWINODQWINOQFEINOFQWNIODQWINOQDWNIODQWNOIDW

Bella Braxton: AND IT IS AN EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(As the camera got a wide shot of the Extreme Elimination Chamber that will be containing the contestants of Voltage, ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage would then hit the speakers of the stadium to an explosive mixed reaction. Cheers and boos both flooded the stadium, as the EAW World Champion himself, Drake King, made his way out onto the stage. Drake had the EAW World Championship strapped around his waist, with his weapon of choice in hand as he would begin to make his way down the ramp and to the ring.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST!!!! RESIDING IN THE DEAD SEA, ISRAEL, WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS, HE IS THE CURRENT EAW WORLD CHAMPION… HE IS ‘GOD.’ DRAAAAKEEEEEEEEE KINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Ever since Fighting Spirit when Drake King had been crowned the new EAW World Champion, he has gone on a history making reign that has seen him defeat some of the very best that EAW has had to offer, and some of the fastest rising Elitists as well. Whether it was Methuselah at Pain For Pride, Alex, Ruler, and Duke at Bloodsport, CY Henderson at Territorial Invasion or most recently, Cameron Ella Ava at Wicked Games, Drake has proven that he is a changed man. That he might actually be a ‘God.’

James Peters: And now here tonight, Drake is going to be entering into his second Extreme Elimination Chamber match, and once again, he is walking in as EAW World Champion. Being the one of four Elitists that are going to start this match in the pods, the champion is going to have a massive advantage moving forward.

Persephone: I don’t think it is to anyone’s surprise what Drake Kin had chosen tonight. One of his signature weapons, that has huge significance in his career; the branding iron. All of these years later and that shit is still one of the most boring weapons I have ever seen but hey, at least it’s something violent, violence is always good.

(Drake would make it to the end of the ramp, as he eyed up the Extreme Elimination Chamber, knowing what he was getting himself into tonight. He didn’t seem too worried, confidence still oozing off the champion as he would unlatch the World Championship from his waist and hand it to the referee. He enters the chamber, posing in the middle of the ring before he would go to his pod, as he awaits the next entrant.)

(Then, it was ‘I Wish A Bitch Would’ by Delilah Bon that would hit the speakers, to a mixed reaction just as much as the champion’s, as his most recent challenger he had defended against would make her wait out onto the stage; Cameron Ella Ava! With her weapon in hand, Cameron would take a deep breath in, hyperfocused on tonight as she would begin to make her way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: NEXTLY!!! FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, WEIGHING IN AT 140 POUNDS, SHE IS THE ‘SERPENT!!!!!!!!!!!’ CAMERONNNNNNN ELLAAAAAAAA AVAAAAA!!!!

Rich Russillo: It was at Wicked Games a month or so ago when Cameron Ella Ava had her first shot at the EAW World Championship against Drake King, within “God’s Rules.” In this match Cameron would fight her ass off against the champion, but it wouldn’t be enough as she was sent right to hell in the match’s conclusion. Tonight, she looks to get her ultimate revenge.

James Peters: This isn’t “God’s Rules” tonight, this is the Extreme Elimination Chamber. That means there is no real advantage for the EAW World Champion, and if Cameron manages to use that well, she could be walking out of Road To Redemption tonight as World Champion.

Persephone: Can I just say that I am personally thankful you guys are letting me do the weapon analysis? I know violence like the back of my hand, and the weapon of choice that Cameron Ella Ava has chosen here tonight sure is… shocking!!!! Ahaha!!! Bringing an ELECTRIC WHIP to the match tonight, that is sure to deal heavy amounts of damage to ANY of her opponents, and if she does walk out as champion, I’m sure it is to cause a real… SHOCK VALUE! HAH! You get it?! Shock Value.

(Cameron Ella Ava would make her way into the Extreme Elimination Chamber, as she would immediately eye down the world champion who stood confidently in his pod. She made sure to taunt him as much as she could, as she would then enter her own pod with her theme fading out from there.)

(After Cameron, ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac would blast throughout the loudspeakers to an explosion of cheers, as the next challenger made his way out onto the stage, this on being in the form of a champion in his own right, the Hardcore Champion; TLA! TLA had his weapon of choice in hand, clutching it tightly as he showed it off, before making his way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: THIRDLY! RESIDING FROM THE POON PALACE IN MIAMI, FLORIDA, WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS, HE IS THE CURRENT EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION… ‘LA PANTERA SEXUAL!!!!!!!’ T! L! A!

Rich Russillo: Looking to make history of his own right here tonight, TLA walks into the Extreme Elimination Champion with one championship strapped around his waist, and that being the Hardcore Champion, while also having the opportunity to then walk OUT of the chamber with the EAW World Championship added to that collection of gold!

James Peters: TLA has fended off all challengers for his Hardcore Championship and has felt like it was time to take a step into a new direction, thus getting his placement cemented into the Extreme Elimination Chamber here tonight. TLA has had great performances many times before within this chamber, and is looking to make another highlight tonight.

Persephone: In his hands tonight, TLA is going to be bringing in what is called a Macuahuitl, or Aztec War Club. This weapon of choice is a wooden club with several embedded obsidian blades, which produce edges sharper than high quality steel razor blades. A very themed weapon of the show here tonight and where we are at.

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(Then, ‘Stronger (salü remix)’ by The Score would hit the speakers, the crowd exploding into a frenzy of cheers as a legend of the busy and a Hall Of Famer in his own right would make his way out onto the stage; Rex McAllister! Rex had his weapon of choice close in his clutches, making sure that he didn’t let go of it for even a second, taking a look around before making his way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: AND THE FINAL PERSON TO ENTER A POD! RESIDING IN ATLANTA, GEORGIA, WEIGHING IN AT 238 POUNDS, HE IS THE ‘LIONHEART!!!!’ REEEEEEEXXXX McALLISTERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: I’m sure Rex has been waiting for an opportunity again like this for a very long time. He has been in some big matches since his return. He made an appearance at the Christmas show last year when he would fail to defeat Limmy Monaghan, but made an active return at Grand Rampage earlier this year, and has since been on an absolute tear.

James Peters: He has had his ups and he has had his downs since returning to EAW, but he has earned his way into a match like this. He poses one of the biggest threats in this match to Drake King and his EAW World Championship here tonight.

Persephone: ** **

Rich Russillo: No analysis on the weapon, Perse?

Persephone: ** **

James Peters: Fine, I’ll do it. Rex McAllister knew that type of match he was coming into tonight, and it looks like he is going to bring out the killer instinct in himself as well, as he brings a Night Watchman Thumper Mace into the Extreme Elimination Chamber..It is a solid piece of injection-molded polypropylene, which features large and small spikes and could definitely incapacitate anyone struck with it.

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Persephone: ** **

(Rex would make it to the ringside area, and was quick to enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber. He took a look around, eyeing TLA, Drake King, and Cameron Ella Ava all down before he would be the last one to enter a pod, his theme then fading out from there as they all would await the final two to enter the match who will start.)

(That was when, ‘Slow’ by System of a Down would hit the loudspeakers. The crowd would once again show disdain, exploding into a frenzy of boos, as it was the first of two men starting this match tonight, Mr. Wrestling XIX. He wasn’t very fond of being involved within this match but looks to go with the theme of it with his own weapon of choice, making his way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: AND INTRODUCING THE TWO MEN WHO WILL BE STARTING THIS MATCH, FIRST! FROM NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE, WEIGHING IN AT 233 POUNDS, HE IS… MR… WRESTLING… X! I! X!

Rich Russillo: Mr. Wrestling XIX has been a rising Elitist, at least within EAW territory, since his debut in the company, and has been a fast one at that. He has had some huge wins here, as well as challenging for championships such as the Hardcore Championship at Territorial Invasion. But tonight, he steps into unlikely territory, one he wasn’t very fond of, in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.

James Peters: Ironically enough, that Mr. Wrestling XIX is going to be starting tonight’s match against the man who he had defeated at Wicked Games a month or so ago, and the man who he had tried to injure and put on the shelf in Jack Ripley. Those two have had tons of bad blood, and it continues in the chamber here tonight for the EAW World Championship. As for his weapon–

Persephone: NOPE. I HAVE IT HANDLED, JAMES. As for the weapon of this old fuck, Mr. Wrestling XIX enters the Extreme Elimination Chamber with a unique approach in his own right. A very musical one, bringing in a guitar that has barbed wire wrapped around the base of it, as well as barbed wire intertwined with the strings of the instrument of mass destruction.

(Mr. Wrestling would then make it to the ringside area, letting out a very deep sigh before he would make his way up the steps and into the Extreme Elimination Chamber. He enters the ring, and takes a very long look around the structure, and all of the Hall Of Famers that surrounded him; being contained by pods, knowing he was about to be joined by one more…)

(Which would exactly be when ‘Bounce Back’ by Big Sean hit the speakers. The crowd would explode into cheers once more, as the final man to be entering this match would walk out onto the stage; that being Jack Ripley! Jack had his weapon draped over his shoulder carrying it with him that was… very festive themed, before making his way down the ramp.)

Bella Braxton: AND LAST, BUT NOT LEAST! FROM LAS VEGAS, NEVADA, WEIGHING IN AT 205 POUNDS, HE IS THE ‘STRAIGHT SHOOTER!!!!!!!!!” JAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK RIPLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Jack Ripley here tonight, is looking for the bounce back of the century. It is well known that Jack hasn’t had the best of luck these last couple of seasons, years even, ever since he lost the Answers World Championship back in 2020, but he has been on a consistent and constant quest to change that, and he looks to do exactly that by winning the EAW World Championship within the Extreme Elimination Chamber.

James Peters: I already said it, but it is very ironic that Jack Ripley is going to be starting the match here tonight with the same man who had tried to put him on the shelf just last month at Wicked Games. Jack has had a lot of history with most of the Elitists in this match, and he is looking to pull a shock on the world in his own right.

Persephone: …:comeagain:

Rich Russillo: Yes, Perse?

Persephone: jr:

James Peters: Would you please describe to us his weapon?

Persephone: I fucking hate this guy for not bringing the railroad spike back this year. Tonight, Jack Ripley’s weapon is… Santa’s sack. Why? I don’t know. But I am assuming there are going to be some very deadly weapons in that sack, like guns and knives or grenades or something.

Rich Russillo: Or maybe… It will be Christmas themed weapons!

Persephone: Fuck off.

(Jack would then enter the Extreme Elimination Chamber, his eyes not leaving Mr. Wrestling XIX for a second. He enters the ring and backs into his corner. Everybody was ready, the door was closed and locked shut, the referee standing in the middle of the ring gave a quick check in, before calling for the bell… as this match is now underway.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rich Russillo: THE BELL HAS RUNG AND THIS MATCH HASN’T EVEN BEEN GIVEN A CHANCE TO BREATHE! RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE, JACK TAKES A CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AND SWINGS IT AT MR. WRESTLING!

Persephone: YEAH, I LOVE THE VIOLENCE- Did you just say candy cane kendo stick?

James Peters: CANDY CANE KENDO STICK! MR. WRESTLING TRIES TO RETALIATE WITH HIS BARBED WIRE GUITAR, BUT JACK IS SUCCESSFUL IN KNOCKING IT OUT OF HIS HANDS BEFORE BEGINNING TO SLAM THE KENDO STICK REPEATEDLY AGAINST HIS SIDE! MR. WRESTLING IS TRYING TO FEND OFF THE ATTACK BUT ULTIMATELY IT’S TOO LITTLE TOO LATE, AS JACK SLAMS REPEATED SHOTS TO HIS ABDOMEN THAT LEAVE HIM BACKED AGAINST THE CORNER, STRUGGLING TO GET ANY GROUND!

Rich Russillo: THE FUN IS OVER THOUGH, MR. WRESTLING GRABS A HOLD OF THE KENDO STICK BEFORE YANKING IT AWAY, TOSSING IT OUTSIDE THE RING AS HE GRABS THE HEAD OF JACK AND DRIVES HIS FIST RIGHT AGAINST HIS FACE! We know that there is no love loss between the two, especially after their debacle heading into Wicked Games, and they’re more than eager to get their hands on one another! Jack especially knows how he’ll need to redeem himself from that night and the only way is to get Mr. Wrestling out of this match!

James Peters: Easier said than done though, Rich. Mr. Wrestling has him by the head as he turns him around, SLAMMING HIM AGAINST THE CORNER INSTEAD! Jack quickly goes up to block his head, but seeing that coming Mr. Wrestling ducks under, BEGINNING TO DRIVE REPEATED SHOULDER THRUSTS AGAINST HIS ABDOMEN! Jack is gasping for air right now as Mr. Wrestling knows that he needs to take advantage of this while he has the opportunity! He grabs a hold of him and sends him downward toward the middle of the ring, as he sizes Jack up and runs toward him…

Rich Russillo: BUT JACK CATCHES HIM RIGHT IN TIME WITH ‘YOU’LL FLOAT TOO’!

Persephone: WRONG! SUPERKICK ATTEMPT AVOIDED AS MR. WRESTLING RUBBED HIS TWO BRAIN CELLS TOGETHER AND ROLLED UP JACK INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN! PLEASE GOD LET HIM BE ELIMINATED!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO-

James Peters: BUT JACK KICKS OUT! Both of them are back up to their feet, and before Jack can do anything, Mr. Wrestling catches him with a boot to the abdomen! Jack doubles over as Mr. Wrestling then proceeds to grab him by the wrist and send him to the ropes… BUT BEFORE HE CAN FOLLOW UP, JACK LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND ONTO HIS SHOULDERS, TAKING HIM DOWN WITH A PICTURE-PERFECT HURRICANRANA! Mr. Wrestling is taken down to the mat but quickly rolls back up to a knee, trying his best to rebound before Jack can officially sway the offense in his favor…

Rich Russillo: JACK GOING FOR ‘DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME’! RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE OF A KNEELING MR. WRESTLING XIX!

Persephone: BUT MR. WRESTLING JUST TOOK JACK’S OWN SANTA SACK AND WACKED UP RIGHT ACROSS THE SIDE OF HIS FACE, TAKING HIM OUT! HAH!

(Mr. Wrestling realizes that his weapon of choice is too far away to take the risk of heading over and taking it for himself, so instead he resorts to using Jack’s weapon against him. He opens the sack and looks inside, presumably seeing several Christmas-themed weapons with a disgusted expression on his face, not looking to play around with this debauchery. He quickly shoves it away and decides to continue with traditional professional wrestling.)

Persephone: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! GET THIS GUY OUT OF HERE! WHAT THE FUCK IS HIS DEAL?! AN EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER WITH NO WEAPONS IS HE FUCKING CRAZY?!

Rich Russillo: Mr. Wrestling has had his apprehension about the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and says that he finds it hard to believe that the winner of the night is going to end up being the better man out of all of them when they have to resort to such weapons and violence. I don’t think he wants to mess around with barbed wire and whatever Jack has for him there.

James Peters: He makes his way back over to Jack, grabbing a hold of him by the head and dragging him up to his feet, but before he can do anything, it’s Jack who begins to send strikes to the face! Trying to overwhelm him earlier and shift the odds in his favor, he knows that if he lets Mr. Wrestling get too far into this match in control then it’s going to cost him. Jack winds up… BUT BEFORE HE CAN, MR. WRESTLING SENDS A HARD KNEE TO THE ABDOMEN! Mr. Wrestling then grabs him by the arm again, trying to send him to the ropes one more time in hopes of taking him back down to the ground… BUT JACK GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE TO THE HEAD HOPING TO COUNTER BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING!

Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING SEES IT COMING AND MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER IT IN TIME! Jack sprints forward trying to rebound…

James Peters: BUT MR. WRESTLING POPS HIM UP ONTO HIS SHOULDERS BEFORE GOING FOR A ‘KNEEBOMB’ ATTEMPT! POWERBOMB TO JACK WITH HIS SPINE LANDING STRAIGHT ON HIS KNEE!

Rich Russillo: BUT JACK MANAGES TO FLIP OVER AND ROLL HIM UP INTO A SUNSET FLIP PIN BEFORE IT CAN HAPPEN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

James Peters: MR. WRESTLING KICKS OUT-

Rich Russillo: BUT JACK ROLLS HIM THROUGH AND CONNECTS WITH ‘DAYLIGHT SLAYING TIME’! RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE TAKES HIM DOWN!

(Jack doesn’t go for the pin, knowing that this match isn’t going to be over like that, having been in the ring with him before he knows that Mr. Wrestling has a lot more in the tank. He dips down to a knee, taking a moment to recover, but that moment of reprieve is not going to come for long as the crowd begins to count down, the numbers signaling the arrival of the next entrant into this Extreme Elimination Chamber match…)

(5…)

(4…)

(3…)

(2…)

(1…)

(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(The lights begin to dim and the EAW Hall of Famer lies ready for whoever is going to come out next in this match. A spotlight flickers down on the four pods inside of the Chamber, with each Elitist inside ready to go if they happen to be chosen. It’s not long before it finally lands on a person, the crowd roaring with thunderous cheers.)

James Peters: CAMERON ELLA AVA IS HERE! SHE HAS HER ELECTRIC WHIP IN HAND AND IS MAKING A BEELINE INTO THE RING TOWARD JACK RIPLEY! JACK SPRINTS TOWARD CAMERON AS WELL-

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON WHIPS HIM ACROSS THE STOMACH AND SENDS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! A SURGE OF ELECTRICITY RUNS THROUGH THE STRAIGHT SHOOTER AS CAMERON TURNS AROUND…

(CRACK!)

James Peters: FOLLOWING THAT UP WITH ANOTHER CRACK OF THE ELECTRIC WHIP, THIS TIME ON THE SPINE OF MR. WRESTLING AS HE TRIES TO GET BACK UP TO HIS FEET! CAMERON KNOWS THAT SHE NEEDS TO KEEP THIS MATCH FIRMLY IN HER CONTROL, OR ELSE IT’S GOING TO END UP BEING TOO LATE FOR HER!

Rich Russillo: Jack tries to get back up to his feet, and he knows that he’s going to have to do something about Cameron’s tear into this match before this becomes even more out of reach for him… BUT BEFORE HE CAN! OH MY GOD! CAMERON JUST WRAPPED THAT ELECTRIC WHIP AROUND THE NECK OF JACK! ON-COMMAND ELECTRICITY SURGES THROUGH THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND JACK IS SPAZZING OUT RIGHT NOW AS HE’S FORCED BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND! THIS IS THE TYPE OF VICIOUSNESS THAT YOU NEED TO WIN MATCHES AND CAMERON IS SHOWING RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE THAT SHE HAS THAT!

Persephone: MORE! MORE! MAKE SURE HE STOPS BREATHING! I WANT HIM TO DIE!!!

James Peters: IT DOESN’T LAST MUCH LONGER THOUGH, AS FROM BEHIND! MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO GAIN HIS BEARINGS AND DELIVER A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF CAMERON’S KNEE TO TAKE HER OUT! Cameron is forced down to a knee as she releases the electric whip and in turn, Jack Ripley, and Mr. Wrestling does not waste any time going to work as he grabs her by the head, before taking her down to the ground with a Snapmare! Cameron is in a seated position as Mr. Wrestling runs to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH A HARD KICK TO HER CHEST TO TAKE HER OUT!

Rich Russillo: Cameron is hurt, but Mr. Wrestling knows that’s not going to do the job for long as he grabs her by the head and brings her back up, grabbing a hold of her by the wrist- But before she can, it’s Cameron that manages to drop all her weight to keep herself situated in one place! Mr. Wrestling tries to pull her in, BUT INSTEAD, CAMERON LEADS HIM STRAIGHT TO A KNEE INTO HIS ABDOMEN TO DOUBLE HIM OVER! Mr. Wrestling drops down to a kneeling position as Cameron runs to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH AN ‘AVACADABRA’! SHINING WIZARD TO THE FACE TAKES MR. WRESTLING OUT!

James Peters: Cameron rolls back up to her feet, and it’s been made apparent that she’s not going to take her foot off the gas pedal in this one. She turns around and makes her way over to Jack who is just now beginning to gain his bearings after the assault that Cameron inflicted on him in the early going. She grabs him by the head and brings him up, not wasting any time beginning to slam repeated forearm shots against his face! Jack finds himself backed against the proverbial corner right now as there is nothing that he can do to possibly turn the tide…

Persephone: YOU WERE WRONG! HE TAKES THAT STUPID CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AND WHACKS IT AGAINST CAMERON!

Rich Russillo: Cameron staggers back, AS JACK TAKES THE KENDO STICK AND PRESSES IT UP AGAINST HER NECK BEFORE USING HIS LEG TO TRIP HER DOWN TO THE GROUND! Cameron quickly shoves him away, not willing let things go from bad to worse right now, BUT BEFORE SHE CAN EVEN RECOVER, JACK LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND CONNECTS WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TO HER BODY WHICH KEEPS HER ON THE GROUND!

(Jack rolls back up to his feet, fired up as the crowd roars in support of the former Answers World Champion. Cameron’s intention when it came to how she approached Jack Ripley in this match was that she wanted to push him to be the best version of himself that he possibly could, and right now she could very well be getting a glimpse of that in these few moments. Cameron is down and Mr. Wrestling has himself backed against one of the corners, hoping that he can recover, before he makes his way over to his Santa sack. He has his eye on something as he pulls it out from there, the crowd mumbling in confusion.)

Persephone: I might be seeing things, but can you guys tell me if I’m seeing a Christmas wreath of holly and mistletoe wrapped in barbed wire? :comeagain:

James Peters: IT IS, AND HE JUST TOOK IT AND PLACED IT AROUND THE NECK OF CAMERON! CAMERON’S EYES WIDEN AS SHE REALIZES THE TROUBLE THAT SHE’S IN, AND JACK DRIVES HIS KNEE INTO HER SPINE BEFORE PULLING BACK ON THE WREATH! HE’S STRANGLING CAMERON WITH THE BARBED WIRE AND YOU CAN SEE THE BLOOD BEGINNING TO DRIP DOWN! CAMERON IS REACHING OUT, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE, AND YOU CAN TELL THAT THE SITUATION HAS GONE DIRE FOR HER ALREADY AND SHE’S JUST GOTTEN INTO THIS MATCH!

(CRACK!)

Rich Russillo: BUT SHE GETS SOME REPRIEVE! MR. WRESTLING FROM BEHIND MANAGES TO GET HIS BARBED WIRE GUITAR AND STRIKE JACK FROM BEHIND! THE IMPACT DOESN’T COMPLETELY BREAK THE GUITAR BUT LEAVES A HOLE AT THE BASE, AND MR. WRESTLING TAKES ADVANTAGE OF A STUNNED JACK RIPLEY AS HE BRINGS HIM DOWN INTO A CHIN LOCK…

James Peters: BEFORE BEGINNING TO RUB THE BARBED WIRE ON THE GUITAR ON THE FACE OF JACK RIPLEY! YOU CAN SEE THE LOOK OF REGRET ON THE FACE OF MR. WRESTLING RIGHT NOW, BUT AS HE’S MENTIONED, THIS IS A NECESSARY EVIL! THIS IS WHAT HE’S GOING TO HAVE TO DO IN ORDER TO SEE HIS VISION THROUGH!

(Mr. Wrestling doesn’t waste much more time on there as he releases Jack and forces him to pry the barbed wire off his face himself. He’s starting to bleed while on the other hand, Cameron is forced to rip the wreath away from her throat and gasp for air while against the ropes. Blood continues to drip down onto her body, and at this moment in time… the next entrant is ready to go.)

(5…)

(4…)

(3…)

(2…)

(1…)

(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(The lights begin to dim as the spotlight flickers back and forth between the three remaining pods inside of the Chamber. The crowd murmurs in anticipation as they can’t wait to see who is going to end up coming out next, and before long one of the doors slides wide open.)

Rich Russillo: HERE WE GO! REX MCALLISTER IS OUT AND HE DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME ENTERING THE RING AND PICKING UP THE PIECES WITH THE NIGHT WATCHMAN THUMPER MACE THAT HE HAS IN HIS HAND!

James Peters: Apparently we were told that Rex has something special added to the mace to add to what it’ll be able to do in the Chamber, and that certainly does not do any good for the other three that are inside the ring right now. He enters the ring and has his eyes on one Mr. Wrestling, AS HE TAKES A SWING…

Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER IT JUST IN TIME! Rex turns around with the mace in hand, trying to take a swing at it again, BUT MR. WRESTLING LUNGES AT HIM AND GRABS A HOLD OF IT WITH HIS BARE HANDS! THE SPIKES ON THE MACE ARE DIGGING INTO THE HANDS OF MR. WRESTLING, BUT HE KNOWS THAT THIS IS THE ONLY WAY THAT HE CAN PULL IT AWAY WITHOUT REX INFLICTING ANY MAJOR DAMAGE-

(*flick*)

(All of a sudden, Rex’s finger is seen flipping a switch on the handle of the watchman thumper mace, causing the mace to pulsate an ember color for a moment, forcing Mr. Wrestling’s hand to jut away and let go.)

James Peters: :comeagain: It looks like Rex’s mace just heated up and forced Mr. Wrestling’s hand away, AND REX IS TAKING ADVANTAGE-

(WHACK!)

Rich Russillo: TAKING THE MACE AND SLAMMING IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF MR. WRESTLING’S HEAD TO KNOCK HIM OUT COLD!

(Mr. Wrestling falls to the ground with a thud, blood beginning to pour down the side of his head as Rex looks down at him, admiring the damage that has been done before turning around and looking to continue his onslaught in this match.)

James Peters: HE TURNS AROUND AND IS MET BY JACK RIPLEY WHO SHOOTS OUT OF ONE OF THE CORNERS AND CONNECTS WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK TO THE CHEST OF REX TO SEND HIM INTO THE CORNER! Rex is sent into the corner and Jack does not waste any time beginning to slam repeated punches against his face, not letting what happened to Mr. Wrestling happen to him as well! Rex is trying to defend himself but ultimately he is forced to drop the mace on the ground as Jack continues to lay into him!

Rich Russillo: Jack grabs a hold of him and sends him toward the center of the ring, eyeing his target as he rushes forward… but before he can, Rex manages to boot him in the abdomen! That gives him the perfect opportunity to grab him by the head and run him toward the corner… LEAPING OFF AND SPIKING HIS HEAD OFF WITH A TORNADO DDT! Rex rolls back up to his feet and eyes Jack, patiently waiting for him to get back up to his feet as he knows that he can take him down with another big move right here!

James Peters: LIFTING HIM UP AND GOING FOR AN OLYMPIC SLAM!

Rich Russillo: BUT BEFORE HE CAN, CAMERON FROM BEHIND ROLLS REX UP INTO A SCHOOL GIRL PIN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

James Peters: KICK OUT! Rex rolls back up to a kneeling position as Cameron sizes him up, CONNECTING WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE! This stuns Rex as he’s able to keep himself up on a knee, Cameron running to the ropes and back… CONNECTING WITH A RUNNING STO TO A KNEELING REX TO FACEPLANT HIM ONTO THE CANVAS!

Rich Russillo: Cameron rolls back up to her feet, she takes the electric whip that she brought into this match and eyes Rex, BUT BEFORE SHE CAN, JACK TURNS HER AROUND AND NAILS HER WITH THAT CANDY CANE KENDO STICK AGAIN! That drops Cameron down to a knee as Jack swiftly pulls her in, CONNECTING WITH A DDT THAT DROPS HER DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH AUTHORITY!

James Peters: It seems like Jack is going back to what seems like an endless Santa sack of weapons at this point, trying to see what else he can use while everyone is down to his advantage. He pulls out… a small present box…?

Rich Russillo: NO! HE JUST OPENED THE BOX AND PULLED OUT AN ARRANGEMENT OF ORNAMENTS, ROLLING THEM OUT ONTO THE FLOOR! YOU COULD CALL THOSE CHRISTMAS THUMBTACKS BECAUSE IT’S DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO BE A PLEASANT LANDING!

James Peters: WAIT! MR. WRESTLING FROM BEHIND JUST LIFTED JACK INTO THE AIR FOR ‘THE GIRLFRIEND EXPERIENCE’! LOW BLOW BY MR. WRESTLING AS HE TURNS HIM AROUND AND LIFTS HIM UP…

(CRASH!)

Rich Russillo: SCOOP SLAM ONTO THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS! JACK IS IN A WORLD OF HURT RIGHT NOW AND MR. WRESTLING AFTER A BURST OF ENERGY COLLAPSES BACK DOWN TO THE GROUND!

James Peters: But it doesn’t seem like there’s going to be any breathing for any of them for long! The countdown has begun and the second to last entrant into this match will be exiting their pod! Who will it be?!

(5…)

(4…)

(3…)

(2…)

(1…)

(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(The lights dim once more and the spotlight flickers between the remaining two pods inside of the ring. All four Elitists already inside the ring with the strength that they can muster out are in high vigilance, as finally, it lands on one person…)

Rich Russillo: HERE COMES THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!

James Peters: AND HE HAS THE MACUAHUITI, THE AZTEC WAR CLUB, IN HIS HANDS! HE ENTERS THE RING AND REX IS THE FIRST ONE THAT APPROACHES WITH HIS MACE, THE TWO OF THEM CLASHING WITH ONE ANOTHER! THE MACE AND THE CLUB SLAM TOGETHER AND ULTIMATELY IT’S TLA THAT MANAGES TO GET THE UPPER HAND IN THAT! REX STAGGERS BACK BUT TRIES TO SWING AGAIN AT TLA-

Rich Russillo: JUST FOR TLA TO DUCK UNDER THAT AND SLICE REX ACROSS HIS THIGH WITH THE BLADES ON THE CLUB!

James Peters: Rex drops down to the ground like a wounded animal, AND TLA LIFTS HIM AND TRIES TO SLAM THE CLUB AGAINST REX’S HEAD WHILE ON THE CANVAS-

Rich Russillo: BUT REX ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY JUST IN TIME! TLA LIFTS IT UP AGAIN AND TRIES TO ATTACK-

(CRACK!)

James Peters: BUT CAMERON FROM BEHIND TAKES THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND SLAMS IT ACROSS THE BACK OF TLA! TLA is forced to drop his club down to the ground, AS CAMERON TAKES THE WHIP AND TRIES TO STRANGLE HIM WITH IT- BUT TLA WITH A BACK ELBOW STOPS THAT BEFORE IT CAN HAPPEN! He turns around to face her, as he quickly shoves her away! Cameron stumbles back but quickly rushes forward to try and make up for it…

(CRASH)

Rich Russillo: BUT TLA LIFTS CAMERON OFF THE GROUND AND BOUNCES HER OFF THE ROPES BEFORE SLAMMING HER DOWN WITH A ‘DESMADRE’ ONTO THE REMNANTS OF THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS ON THE GROUND! REBOUND SITOUT POWERBOMB CONNECTS AND SHARDS OF GLASS DIG INTO THE BACK OF CAMERON, TLA NOT WASTING ANY TIME PINNING CAMERON’S SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHH-

James Peters: BUT DESPITE THAT IT’S CAMERON THAT MANAGES TO KICK OUT OF THAT AND SAVE HER CHANCES IN THIS MATCH!

Rich Russillo: Meanwhile on the outside of the ring, the starting two have found their way toward each other again! Jack, still hurt from the landing on the Christmas ornaments, is trading blows with Mr. Wrestling! It’s clear that there is hatred between the two, and knowing them, they want to be the ones to get the other out of this match! Jack tries to grab a hold of him from around the waist, BUT BEFORE HE CAN, MR. WRESTLING CONNECTS WITH AN AXE HANDLE TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! Jack drops down to a knee as Mr. Wrestling grabs a hold of him, BEFORE SENDING HIM AGAINST THE GLASS OF ONE OF THE EMPTY CHAMBER PODS!

James Peters: Thankfully for Jack it doesn’t break, and he slowly begins to make his way away from the pod, trying to create some sort of distance between the two of them while he has the chance. He turns around and tries to throw a punch at Mr. Wrestling, but Mr. Wrestling sends a shot back, BEFORE TURNING HIM AROUND AND TRYING TO SLAM HIM AGAINST THE CHAIN-LINKED WALLS OF THE CHAMBER-

Rich Russillo: BUT JACK HOLDS HIS FOOT OUT! He sends a quick back elbow to the face and it doesn’t seem like he’s very interested in pursuing either, as he begins to make his way up the Chamber instead! Mr. Wrestling tries to grab him by the ankle and pull him down, but Jack just uses his free leg to kick him away as Mr. Wrestling stumbles back…

James Peters: AND JACK LEAPS OFF THE WALL OF THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER AND FLATTENS HIM WITH A MOONSAULT!

Rich Russillo: Both men are down and meanwhile inside the ring, it’s a three-way battle between Cameron, TLA, and Rex! Rex is against the middle rope and TLA is running to the ropes and back… GOING FOR ‘305’! THE TIGER FEINT KICK!

James Peters: BUT REX MANAGES TO GRAB THE LEG JUST IN TIME BEFORE IT CAN NAIL HIM IN THE FACE! HE SWINGS IT BACK AROUND AS TLA STUMBLES BACK INTO THE RING… AND HE FALLS INTO CAMERON WHO TURNS HIM AROUND AND NAILS HIM WITH A ‘WONDER WOMAN PUNCH’! FOREARM SHOT TO THE FACE!

Rich Russillo: Rex slowly makes his way out of his corner, Cameron trying to gain some ground as she turns and makes her way over to him- BUT REX JUST TOOK HIS THUMPER MACE AND SLAMMED IT AGAINST THE KNEECAP OF CAMERON! Cameron drops down to the ground giving a cry of pain, BEFORE REX FLIPS THE SWITCH ON THE HANDLE OF THE MACE AND LIFTS IT UP BEFORE SLAMMING IT AGAINST HER KNEECAP AGAIN!

James Peters: I think I can get it now! Rex’s thumper mace has a switch on the handle that heats the weapon up, you can see the ember glow pulsating from it! That allows for him to amplify the damage that he does whenever he desires, which is why Cameron is practically grabbing her knee in bloodcurdling agony right now!

Rich Russillo: Well it’s certainly smart to have and Rex knows it. He makes his way over to TLA who is beginning to get back up, AS HE TAKES A SWING- BUT TLA ONCE AGAIN USES HIS AZTEC WAR CLUB TO BLOCK IT! He manages to grab a hold of it just in time, BEFORE USING HIS FREE FOOT TO KICK REX’S MACE AWAY! It lands on the ground with a thud, AND REX QUICKLY LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND TRIES TO REBOUND WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE OF TLA BEFORE HE CAN DO ANYTHING!

James Peters: BUT TLA STEPS BACK BEFORE SLICING REX ACROSS THE CHEST WITH THE BLADES ON THE WAR CLUB! REX IS ON THE GROUND IN A WORLD OF PAIN RIGHT NOW AS HE GRABS HIS CHEST THAT’S BEGINNING TO PROFUSELY BLEED OUT!

(Before you know it, we reach the final entrant.)

(5…)

(Everyone on their feet has stopped what they’re doing.)

(4…)

(They turn toward the lone occupied Chamber pod.)

(3…)

(And there, they see a sight that everyone in the match is oh-so-familiar with.)

(2…)

(Drake King, holding his branding iron, and grinning from ear to ear.)

(1…)

(BUZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Rich Russillo: THE DOOR HAS OPENED, THE CHAMPION IS HERE! GOD HAS ARRIVED TO THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER!

Persephone: NO YOU IDIOT! THE DOOR HASN’T OPENED! IT’S JAMMED!

(Ring crew quickly swarm the outside of the ring, realizing the mishap that has happened, and soon the five people already in the match turn their attention to what’s going on right now. They’re trying their best to open the pod and let Drake out, but there’s no use, and it seems that there are technical difficulties right now…)

(… but it doesn’t seem like Drake cares.)

Drake King: :mjlol2:

James Peters: Drake is laughing right now! The others in the match are beginning to get furious that this is happening, and Drake knows that this plays right into the palm of his hands! Not only does he get more of a breather, but he continues to get under the skin of all the other Elitists in this match as well!

(Drake is practically seconds away from breaking into a goofy dance, as he looks at all the irritated faces of Cameron, TLA, Rex, Jack, and Mr. Wrestling as they watch the ring crew do everything they can to let him out. Who knows if it was he who did that to further his chances, or it was a sign from the Drake in the heavens, but it certainly won’t do him any favors if they let him out and he has to face the music…)

Persephone: Ruh roh, looks like they got the door open, Drakey!

(Suddenly, the door slides open, and the thunderous cheers of the crowd in Mexico City follow. Drake’s shit-eating grin slowly starts to fade, as he looks around at the five Elitists who have dropped what they’re doing and focused all their attention on him.)

Drake King: (Off-Mic) Hi.

Rich Russillo: ‘YOU’LL FLOAT TOO’!

James Peters: JACK RUSHES INTO THE CHAMBER POD AND CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE JAW OF DRAKE WHICH SENDS HIM BACK! HE GRABS DRAKE AND DRAGS HIM OUT OF THE POD WITH HIS OWN BARE HANDS, THROWING HIM OVER THE ROPES AND INTO THE RING…

Rich Russillo: ‘CASHOUT’!

James Peters: VERTICAL SUPLEX INTO A BACKSTABBER BY MR. WRESTLING FOLLOWS THAT UP…

Rich Russillo: ‘REX EFFECT’!

James Peters: AS REX LEAPS INTO THE AIR AND SPIKES DRAKE DOWN WITH THE FLOAT OVER TORNADO JUMPING EVEN FLOW DDT!

Rich Russillo: ‘GODDESS RISING’!

James Peters: EVEN AFTER ALL OF THAT, DRAKE STILL TRIES TO GET UP BUT IS MET WITH A STEP-UP AXE KICK FOR HIS TROUBLES!

Rich Russillo: ‘MEXICAN DESTROYER’!

James Peters: BEFORE TLA FOLLOWS THAT UP AS HE FLIPS DRAKE OVER AND SPIKES HIM ONTO HIS HEAD WITH THE FLIP PILEDRIVER! DRAKE IS PRACTICALLY A CORPSE AT THIS POINT AS HE FALLS DOWN TO THE FLOOR! JACK QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY OVER AND DOES NOT WASTE ANY TIME HOOKING THE LEG! IS THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION ABOUT TO BE THE FIRST ELIMINATION IN THIS MATCH?!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

…

…

…

Rich Russillo: NO! MR. WRESTLING JUST MADE HIS WAY OVER AND PULLED JACK OFF OF DRAKE! HE GOES FOR THE PIN HIMSELF! HE WANTS TO BE CREDITED FOR ELIMINATING DRAKE FROM THE MATCH!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

James Peters: BUT TLA JUST LUNGED FORWARD AND BROKE UP THE PIN! HE GOES FOR THE PIN ON DRAKE INSTEAD! AFTER EVERYTHING THAT THE TWO OF THEM HAVE GONE THROUGH HE WANTS TO BE THE ONE CREDITED FOR COSTING HIM THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON JUST SHOVED TLA OFF OF HIM! CAMERON NOW TRIES TO GO FOR THE PIN! AFTER WICKED GAMES I THINK THERE’S NOTHING MORE THAT SHE’D WANT TO DO THAN GET DRAKE OUT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!

James Peters: BUT REX JUST MADE HIS WAY OVER AND BREAKS UP CAMERON’S PIN ON DRAKE! AFTER THE WAR OF WORDS THAT THEY WENT THROUGH THIS WEEK, REX GOES FOR THE PIN! WILL THIS BE IT FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION!

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

…

…

…

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE KICKS OUT! EVERYONE TRYING TO GO FOR THE PIN ON HIM GAVE HIM ENOUGH TIME TO REGAIN HIS BEARINGS AND SHOOT THE SHOULDER UP! HE SAVES HIS CHANCES IN THIS MATCH!

(With all hope lost in taking out Drake King before he could even fully enter the match, the real Extreme Elimination Chamber match begins now! Cameron quickly takes her electric whip off the ground and starts to slam it against Rex repeatedly for breaking up her pin! Mr. Wrestling and TLA, reigniting their feud with one another, begin to go at it with Mr. Wrestling managing to catch TLA before he could get back that Aztec War Club. Meanwhile Jack Ripley is in high pursuit of Drake King who has rolled out from under the ring and back to the outside.)

James Peters: Jack grabs a hold of the ankle of Drake and pulls him away, it looks like he was trying to crawl back into his Chamber pod and grab a hold of the branding iron that was dropped on the ground after the onslaught. Drake rolls onto his back and tries to kick Jack away, but Jack grabs a hold of the other leg… GRABBING HIM BY BOTH LEGS AND SENDING HIM STRAIGHT INTO THE CHAIN LINKED EXTERIOR OF THE CHAMBER!

(Jack staggers back, shaking his head as his eyes suddenly glance over at the branding iron, Drake’s weapon of choice. He makes his way over and takes it into his possession, looking at Drake who looks like he’s gone through a 60 Minute Ironman match despite only being out of his Chamber pod for a few minutes at best.)

Rich Russillo: JACK IS TRYING TO USE DRAKE’S OWN BRANDING IRON AGAINST HIM! HE TRIES TO SEAR IT INTO HIS SHOULDER!

James Peters: BUT DRAKE MANAGES TO HOLD BOTH HANDS OUT AND GRAB THE WRIST OF JACK JUST IN TIME! JACK TRIES TO PRY HIM AWAY, BUT DRAKE USES HIS FOOT TO BOOT HIM BACK JUST IN TIME! Jack stumbles back, as Drake uses the chains to get back up to his feet, JUST FOR JACK TO TRY AGAIN- BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AS THE BRANDING IRON HITS THE STEEL INSTEAD! Jack turns around, JUST FOR DRAKE TO SPIN AROUND AND TAKE HIS HEAD OFF WITH A DISCUS ELBOW!

Rich Russillo: On the other hand it’s Mr. Wrestling and TLA going at it! TLA has tried to reach for his club multiple times now, but Mr. Wrestling has stopped him, continuing to try and force the Hardcore Champion to have a more dignified approach! TLA GOES FOR A SPINNING HEEL KICK- BUT MR. WRESTLING MANAGES TO GRAB THE LEG AND TRIP HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND…

James Peters: HE’S TRYING TO LOCK IN THE ANKLE LOCK! ANKLE LOCK ON THE HARDCORE CHAMPION!

Rich Russillo: BUT TLA COUNTERS IT AND GOES FOR A WHEELBARROW ROLL UP! THE REFEREE STARTS THE COUNT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEE-

James Peters: NO! MR. WRESTLING KICKS OUT OF THE MOVE! BOTH OF THEM GET BACK UP, BUT MR. WRESTLING BOOTS HIM IN THE ABDOMEN BEFORE HE CAN TRY ANYTHING AND SETS HIM UP…

Rich Russillo: IT’S TIME FOR ‘CASH OUT’!

James Peters: BUT TLA FLIPS IT INTO THE ‘MEXICAN DESTROYER’! SHADES OF THEIR MATCH FROM TERRITORIAL INVASION!

Rich Russillo: BUT MR. WRESTLING KEEPS HIM UP AS HE SENDS BOTH OF THEM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUT OF THE RING! MR. WRESTLING WASN’T GOING TO LET HIMSELF BE COMPROMISED BY THAT AGAIN!

James Peters: Meanwhile Cameron and Rex are continuing to tee off on one another, Cameron has that electric whip and every so often she’s managed to get some shots in on Rex, but Rex has absorbed the blows and is doing everything that he can to fight back! CAMERON TAKES THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND SWINGS AT REX AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: REX TAKES THE BLOW TO THE SIDE OF HIS BODY BUT QUICKLY GRABS THE WHIP AND PULLS HIM IN FOR A LARIAT TO THE FACE WHICH TAKES CAMERON DOWN TO THE CANVAS! Rex rips the whip away from her and tosses it down to the ground before he picks up the thumper mace into his hands, Cameron is rolling away, trying to create distance between the two as she grabs a hold of the turnbuckles and uses them to get herself back up. Rex makes his way over… HE TAKES A SWING STRAIGHT AT THE HEAD OF CAMERON WITH THE THUMPER MACE!

James Peters: BUT CAMERON HOBBLES AWAY JUST IN TIME AS REX RIPS APART THE TURNBUCKLE PADDING WITH THE MACE! You can see the knee of Cameron profusely bleeding thanks to what Rex has already done, and it’s clear that she’s barely hanging on right now having already gone through so much in this match! REX RIPS IT AWAY BEFORE TURNING AROUND AND SWINGING AT CAMERON ONE MORE TIME!

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON TURNS IT AROUND AND STOPS IT WITH HER HANDS JUST IN TIME! THE SPIKES ARE DIGGING INTO HER PALMS, CAUSING HER TO BLEED EVEN MORE THAN SHE ALREADY IS RIGHT NOW, AND REX LOOKS TO FLIP THE SWITCH TO CAUSE THE MACE TO START HEATING UP!

James Peters: BUT CAMERON CLIPS HIM IN THE KNEECAP AND OVERPOWERS HIM AS SHE PUSHES THE THUMPER MACE STRAIGHT INTO REX’S FACE! REX IS PUSHED BACK INTO THE CORNER AS CAMERON DIGS THE SPIKES INTO HIM, REX DOING EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN TO STOP THE ATTACK FROM HIS OWN WEAPON, BUT HIS FACE IS ALREADY SCRATCHED UP AND BLEEDING RIGHT NOW THANKS TO THE SPIKES AND ALL THE BARBED WIRE, AND HE HAS TO BE IN EXCRUCIATING PAIN!

Rich Russillo: It seems that all the fighting has made its way back into the ring though, with Drake and Jack finding their way back in, Drake having the upperhand over him, and TLA managing to get Mr. Wrestling back inside as well! All six members of this match have found their way back into the fold and this is absolute carnage right now! Rex and Cameron are still going at it but it seems like the fights between the four other people have mingled into one, as Drake, TLA, Mr. Wrestling, and Jack all begin to trade shots with one another!

James Peters: It’s broken apart as Mr. Wrestling and Jack Ripley are going at it, and the two Champions Drake and TLA are both in their own battle. DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD AND GOES FOR A SLINGBLADE- BUT TLA MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SENDS HIM DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION! He sizes Drake up, BEFORE GOING FOR A HEEL KICK TO THE HEAD- BUT DRAKE DUCKS UNDER THAT AND LIFTS HIM UP, RUNNING HIM FORWARD AND LAUNCHING HIM INTO ONE OF THE TURNBUCKLES WITH A POWERBOMB!

Rich Russillo: MEANWHILE MR. WRESTLING AND JACK HAVE ONCE AGAIN FOUND THEMSELVES INTERTWINED! MR. WRESTLING IS SENDING STRIKE AFTER STRIKE TO HIS FACE, TRYING TO DO EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN RIGHT NOW IN ORDER TO GET THE BETTER OF HIM! MR. WRESTLING GRABS HIM BY THE HEAD AND SENDS HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING, JACK TRIES TO GET UP, BUT MR. WRESTLING CONNECTS WITH A HARD SHOT TO THE FACE THAT TAKES HIM DOWN!

(Mr. Wrestling quickly makes his way over and takes his barbed wire guitar, yelling at Jack to get back up to his feet so that he can deliver some well-needed offense, and if he can connect with this, this could possibly spell the end of the match for The Straight Shooter…)

James Peters: MR. WRESTLING SWINGS AT JACK WITH THE GUITAR-

Rich Russillo: BUT JACK DUCKS UNDER AND RIPS THE GUITAR AWAY-

(CRASH!)

James Peters: BEFORE USING MR. WRESTLING’S OWN GUITAR AGAINST HIM! HE SLAMS IT AGAINST HIS HEAD AS THE GUITAR SHATTERS INTO A MILLION PIECES, BARBED WIRE STICKING INTO HIS HEAD AS HE COLLAPSES DOWN TO THE GROUND! JACK IS QUICKLY MAKING HIS WAY UP TO THE TOP ROPE, HE HAS HIMSELF IN POSITION AS HE KNOWS THAT THIS IS WHAT HE NEEDED…

Rich Russillo: LEAPING OFF OF THE TOP ROPE AND GOING FOR ‘BELIEVE IT OR NOT’! THE SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO MR. WRESTLING!

James Peters: BUT MR. WRESTLING BARELY SHIFTS HIMSELF OVER AND GRABS JACK BEFORE ROLLING HIM INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE PIN! NOT LIKE THIS!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Rich Russillo: NO! JACK ROLLS MR. WRESTLING OVER AND PINS HIS SHOULDERS TO THE MAT INSTEAD! TURNING THE INSIDE CRADLE AROUND ON HIM!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Bella Braxton: MR. WRESTLING XIX HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Persephone: AIN’T NO FUCKING WAY! LMAOOOOO!!!

(Mr. Wrestling immediately rolls back up to his knees, a shocked expression on his face as the crowd cheers loudly for what has happened. Jack is lying on the ground, a pained expression on his face but a smirk that shows the success of getting one elimination to his name. Payback for Wicked Games in the best way, and that’s making sure Mr. Wrestling’s “vision” for EAW is completely dissipated. Mr. Wrestling though, isn’t going quietly…)

Persephone: LEAVE THE RING MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE GONE! OUT!

James Peters: OFFICIALS ARE TRYING TO GET HIM TO LEAVE, BUT HE JUST TURNED JACK AROUND AS HE’S GETTING BACK UP AND THE TWO OF THEM ARE ARGUING! GOING BACK AND FORTH, MR. WRESTLING CAN’T BELIEVE THAT THIS HAS JUST HAPPENED AND JACK IS TELLING HIM TO JUST BACK OFF!

(Finally, Mr. Wrestling does, still irate by all of this, fuming in anger that out of all people, he managed to get himself eliminated by Jack Ripley. He shakes his head as an official quickly rushes in and has to escort him out, making sure that there’s nothing else that happens which messes with the flow with the match. Jack shakes his head, a look of disappointment for what this has come to, and turns around and continues this match.)

Rich Russillo: WAIT! FROM BEHIND! CAMERON JUST TOOK REX’S THUMPER MACE AND FLICKED THE SWITCH, SHE HEATS IT UP AND SLAMS IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF JACK’S HEAD! SHE TOOK THE CLOSEST THING TO HER AND USED IT TO HER ADVANTAGE, KNOWING THAT JACK GETTING CAUGHT OFF GUARD WAS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO PUT THE NAIL IN THE COFFIN!

James Peters: BEFORE JACK CAN FALL CAMERON FOLLOWS THAT UP AS SHE STEPS THROUGH AND HITS A ‘WONDER WOMAN PUNCH’! FOREARM SMASH!

Rich Russillo: BUT SOMEHOW JACK IS STILL STANDING…

James Peters: ‘SERPENT’S KISS’!

Rich Russillo: CAMERON WITH THE HOOK KICK INTO THE SPINNING BACKFIST AS SHE FALLS RIGHT ON TOP OF JACK!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Bella Braxton: JACK RIPLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

(Cameron pulls herself off of the body of Jack, a grin on her face as she looks around at all the carnage. Jack took his eye off the ball, and allowed himself to be caught up with Mr. Wrestling’s antics, and exactly as Cameron told him, if he did that, she would swoop in and pick up the pieces. Which is what happened. And now, in a matter of minutes, there were four people left in the Extreme Elimination Chamber.)

James Peters: DRAKE JUST LUNGED TOWARD CAMERON, LOCKING IN A GROUNDED HEADLOCK AS HE THEN BEGAN TO DRIVE FISTS INTO HER FACE! CAMERON IS TRYING TO FIGHT BACK BUT DRAKE CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD AND THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION IS PICKING HIM APART! MEANWHILE TLA HAS THE CLUB IN HIS HANDS AS HE APPROACHES REX!

Rich Russillo: BUT REX CONNECTS WITH A HIGH KNEE TO THE FACE TO PREVENT TLA FROM CONNECTING WITH ANYTHING! TLA keeps the club in his hands as Rex then turns around and runs to the ropes and back, GOING FOR A LARIAT TO THE FACE- BUT TLA DUCKS UNDER THAT…

James Peters: BEFORE SLICING REX RIGHT ACROSS THE CHEST AGAIN! HAVING OPENED THE WOUND WITH THAT PREVIOUS SHOT, TLA DIGS DEEPER AS THE BLADES CUT INTO THE ALREADY WIDE OPEN GASH! REX STAGGERS DOWN TO A KNEE, STRUGGLING TO BREATHE AS THE PAIN HAS BECOME UNBEARABLE, AND NOW TLA HAS THE WAR CLUB IN HAND AS HE GRABS REX!

Rich Russillo: AND BEGINS TO USE THE BLADES AS HE DRAGS IT ACROSS REX’S FACE! REX IS CRYING IN PAIN AS TLA IS RELENTLESS IN HIS ATTACK! HE’S HARDCORE CHAMPION FOR A REASON! HE’S IN HIS ENVIRONMENT! TLA CONTINUES TO DRAG IT ACROSS HIS FACE AS REX IS LOSING A PROFUSE AMOUNT OF BLOOD, IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE HE’S GOING TO STOP EITHER, SO THE HALL OF FAMER IS GOING TO HAVE TO DIG DEEP AND FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS FAST!

James Peters: WAIT! HE DOES! HE MANEUVERS HIMSELF AROUND AND GRABS HIS THUMPER MACE THAT CAMERON DROPPED NEAR HIM, SLAMMING IT AGAINST HIS FACE! TLA IS FORCED TO RELEASE AS REX GETS UP, SWINGING THE THUMPER MACE AGAIN THIS TIME INTO HIS ABDOMEN! THE BLOOD IS BEGINNING TO BECOME MORE PROMINENT ALL OVER TLA, AS REX SENDS SHOCKWAVES THROUGH TLA BY LIFTING THE MACE UP AGAIN AND SLAMMING IT AGAINST THE BACK OF HIS SPINE! AND NOW REX IS JUST BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY BEAT HIM DOWN WITH AUTHORITY!

Rich Russillo: On the other hand it does not seem to be looking good for one Cameron Ella Ava! She’s crawling on all fours right now, struggling to get up in pain, and this is the perfect opportunity that Drake needs right now to take advantage! He stomps his feet repeatedly in the corner, eyeing Cameron and sizing her up, rushing forward…

James Peters: ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ THE CURB STOMP TO THE BACK OF CAMERON’S HEAD TO TAKE HER OUT!

Rich Russillo: BUT CAMERON JUST LIFTED DRAKE UP INTO THE AIR JUST IN TIME! ‘NO BODY, NO CRIME’!

James Peters: BUT DRAKE SLIPS OUT BEFORE GRABBING CAMERON AROUND THE WAIST AND DRIVING HER INTO THE CORNER CHEST FIRST! Drake turns her around and begins to slam punches against her face, and I don’t like the look of all of this right now as Drake then goes under and grabs her by the legs, HE’S BRINGING HER UP ONTO THE TOP ROPE AND CAMERON KNOWS THE TROUBLE SHE’S IN!

Rich Russillo: Both of them are trading punches back and forth, Cameron managing to get the upperhand in this situation and send some hard shots of her own to the face of the EAW World Champion! Both of them know that this is the last place they want to be on right now, and they’re going to have to find a way out of this even if it means sending their opponent plummeting down to the ground hard! BUT DRAKE BEFORE CAMERON CAN GO ANY FURTHER CONNECTS WITH A HEADBUTT TO THE SKULL! Cameron is rocked and Drake does not waste anytime, SUPERPLEX TIME!

James Peters: BUT CAMERON SLIPS HER HEAD AWAY AND NAILS A PUNCH BEFORE CRACKING DRAKE OVER THE SKULL WITH A HEADBUTT OF HER OWN! ‘GLASS CEILING’! AVALANCHE STUNNER!

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE KEEPS CAMERON IN THE AIR AND SPINS HER AROUND BEFORE PUSHING HER OFF OF THE TOP ROPE! CAMERON LANDS ON HER FEET WITH DRAKE STILL MANAGING TO STAY ON THE TOP ROPE!

(Suddenly, Cameron’s knee buckles as she crumbles down to a kneeling position. She gives a cry of agonizing pain as the landing off the top rope tweaks her knee. Thanks to the damage that one Rex McAllister did to it, it was hanging on by string and tape, and it began to take its toll at the most crucial moment.)

James Peters: CAMERON TRIES TO GET UP AS SHE RUSHES AT DRAKE, THE LAST BIT OF ENERGY THAT SHE HAS LEFT…

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE JUST GRABBED A HOLD OF HER AND CONNECTED WITH ‘CROWN OF THORNS’! THE HALF NELSON BACKBREAKER TO CAMERON COMPLETELY TAKES HER OUT, AND IT DOESN’T SEEM LIKE DRAKE IS DONE!

(Drake, a sinister expression on his face, knowing what this has come to, looks over and sees the electric whip that Cameron brought into this match. Instead of looking to finish the job with his own weapon, he makes his way over and takes the electric whip into his hand…)

James Peters: DRAKE IS DOING WHAT CAMERON DID TO JACK EARLIER IN THE MATCH! HE HAS THE ELECTRIC WHIP AND HE’S STRANGLING CAMERON WITH IT! CAMERON IS CONVULSING AS WAVES OF ELECTRICITY SHOOT DOWN HER BODY! A MANIACAL EXPRESSION IS SEEN ON THE FACE OF DRAKE AS HE BRINGS CAMERON DOWN TO THE GROUND! CAMERON IS SEEING THE LIGHTS FADE! THIS MIGHT BE OVER FOR HER RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!

Rich Russillo: AND THAT IT IS AS DRAKE TRANSITIONS IT AND LIFTS CAMERON OFF OF THE GROUND FOR A ‘LOW OF SOLIPSISM’! THE SINGLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER SPIKES CAMERON RIGHT ONTO HER HEAD AND DRAKE ROLLS HER OVER ONTO HER BACK AND HOOKS THE LEG FOR THE PIN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Bella Braxton: CAMERON ELLA AVA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

(Drake, happier than ever, crawls off of Cameron and collapses back down to the ground. Drake knows that Cameron’s main intention heading into this was that as long as Drake King didn’t come out with his hand raised in victory, then it would be a successful night. That she would do everything that she possibly could in order to make sure that the job was finished. But Drake just proved that even if that was the case, it wasn’t going to be Cameron that finished the job.)

(And thus, there were three people left in the match.)

James Peters: We know how far all of these Elitists have had to travel to get to this point. All of them have their own motives as to why they’re willing to go the distance in such a sadistic structure like the Extreme Elimination Chamber, and-

TLA: :lick:

Rich Russillo: TLA WHILE DRAKE WAS GETTING UP JUST TOOK HIS OWN BRANDING IRON AND DROVE IT INTO HIS BACK!

(Drake gives a cry of pain as he drops down to the ground, TLA pushing the branding iron hard into his spine, as he pulls away, a ‘DK’ fittingly emblazoned on the back of the EAW World Champion as he rolls around in agony. TLA gives a shrug of his shoulders before he drops it down to the ground.)

James Peters: BUT REX DOESN’T WASTE ANY TIME JOINING IN ON THE FIGHT! HE LAUNCHES TOWARD HIM AND BEGINS TO DRIVE REPEATED FISTS INTO HIS FACE! HE KNOWS THAT TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE IN A MATCH LIKE THIS AND IF HE DOESN’T TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW THEN IT’S GOING TO END UP COSTING HIM THE MATCH!

Rich Russillo: REX HAS TLA BACKED UP AS HE RAMS MULTIPLE KNEES INTO HIS ABDOMEN! TRYING TO SOFTEN HIM UP! REX THEN GRABS A HOLD OF HIM BY THE HEAD… GOING FOR A TORNADO DDT- BUT TLA MANAGES TO KEEP REX OFF THE GROUND BEFORE TURNING HIM AROUND AND SENDING HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUTSIDE OF THE RING! REX CRASHES HARD ON THE FLOOR AS HE WRITHES IN PAIN UPON IMPACT!

James Peters: TLA turns around and grabs a hold of a Drake King who is still in a world of hurt and begins to bring him up to his feet, grabbing him by the head, AND CONNECTING WITH A ‘VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUT’ TO HIS JAW! Drake staggers back and falls back against the ropes, them pressing against the burn on his back being a reminder of what TLA has done to him, AS TLA RUSHES FORWARD AND CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE- BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY AND SENDS HIM OVER INSTEAD! TLA lands hard on the outside of the ring as Drake collapses down to the ground, God finding himself as the only one who’s inside the ring at the moment. But TLA, despite everything, is still getting back up to his feet, AS HE SPRINGBOARDS OFF OF THE ROPES AND GOES FOR A CLOTHESLINE TO THE HEAD TO TRY AND TAKE HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY BEFORE THAT CAN HAPPEN! TLA ROLLS BACK UP TO HIS FEET…

James Peters: BUT DRAKE JUST TOOK A PIECE OF THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS THAT WERE SPLAYED OUT ON THE FLOOR AND STABBED IT RIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF TLA’S HEAD! TLA’S ATTACK IS STOPPED AS HE’S IN A WORLD OF HURT RIGHT NOW! DRAKE…

Rich Russillo: GOES FOR ‘LOW OF SOLIPSISM’!

James Peters: BUT TLA SLIPS OUT AND RIPS THE SHARD OUT OF HIS HEAD, DRIVING IT AGAINST THE FOREHEAD OF DRAKE INSTEAD! DRAKE CRUMBLES DOWN TO THE GROUND AS TLA HAS EYES ON THE PRIZE!

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE?! HE TOOK A PAGE OUT OF DRAKE’S BOOK AND CONNECTS WITH THE CURB STOMP! ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ TO DRAKE COMPLETELY TAKES HIM OUT! TLA HAS THIS MATCH IN THE PALM OF HIS HANDS…

(CRACK!)

James Peters: BUT REX MCALLISTER JUST STRUCK TLA WITH HIS OWN AZTEC WAR CLUB! RIGHT AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE HEAD AS BLOOD FLIES EVERYWHERE! REX THEN USES THAT TO SET HIM UP…

Rich Russillo: AS HE SPIKES TLA DOWN WITH ‘THE REX EFFECT’ THE DDT CONNECTS AND REX FALLS RIGHT OVER HIM!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Bella Braxton: TLA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

(Rex slouches down to the canvas, blood everywhere around the two of them as TLA lies motionless on the ground. The Hardcore Champion ultimately came up short, and the bittersweet taste of defeat is something that he’s going to have to live with knowing that he hasn’t captured the EAW World Championship. But two men get closer to that.)

James Peters: And now, we’re down to our final two, Drake King, Rex McAllister, the EAW World Championship on the line.

(Despite the hype surrounding this, both Drake and Rex are completely out right now, and the only one standing is TLA, who is forced to make an unceremonious leave from the Chamber. The crowd cheers loudly for the Hardcore Champion who is escorted out by officials, the door opening as he heads down the steel steps. Regardless of whether or not he’s won, the crowd still respects him for what he’s been able to do and what he accomplished in the match.)

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Rich Russillo: WAIT! WAIT! WAIT! SOMEONE JUST HOPPED THE BARRICADE AND LAID TLA OUT WITH A PAIR OF BRASS KNUCKLES! HE WAS MAKING HIS WAY UP THE RAMP AND HE GOT ATTACKED FROM BEHIND, AND NOW THIS PERSON IS MOUNTING ON TOP OF THE CHAMPION AND BEGINNING TO DRIVE REPEATED SHOTS TO HIS FACE! WE CAN’T GET A GOOD SHOT OF WHO IT IS! Wait…

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James Peters: THAT’S BRIANNA HILL! WHAT THE HELL?! BRIANNA HILL JUST ATTACKED TLA FROM BEHIND AND IS PUMMELING HIS HEAD IN WITH BRASS KNUCKLES!

(The crowd boos loudly at this as Brianna looks up and around at the fans here tonight in Mexico City, an uncharacteristically cold look on her face as she commits her assault.)

Rich Russillo: WE’RE NOT DONE! LOOK WHO’S RUSHING OUT AS WELL!

Persephone: LUISLSKDLNLDKNSLNDLKSDNLKSLKSKL

James Peters: IT’S VALERIE HELLSTORM AND LUIS DE LA ROSA! THE TWO OF THEM ARE STOMPING DOWN ON TLA AS WELL! NO! DON’T TELL ME IT’S HAPPENING HERE! RIGHT NOW! THERE’S A MATCH GOING ON RIGHT NOW C’MON!

(Brianna and the two members of La Familia continue to lay the hurt out on the Hardcore Champion, meanwhile the party doesn’t seem to be over for them, with both Diego and Javier De La Rosa quickly making their way out, and in both of their hands is a helpless official that they’ve dragged alongside them. The crowd begins to boo loudly as the man of the hour is seen following right behind them.)

Rich Russillo: NO! ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS HERE! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! HE’S STROLLING OUT TO THE RING WITH A SHIT-EATING GRIN ON HIS FACE! HE DOESN’T COME ALONE THOUGH! HE HAS THE 24/7 CONTRACT IN HIS HANDS! HE IS GOING TO CASH IN ON TLA! RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS MATCH!

(Valerie rushes toward Bella and yells at her, telling her to announce it. Bella looks majorly confused at the moment, but after receiving a death glare from Valerie, she raises the microphone up.)

Bella Braxton: Uhhhh… LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ROBERTO DE LA ROSA IS CASHING IN HIS 24/7 CONTRACT!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(Roberto takes the contract and shoves it into the hands of the referee, and with that, the bell rings as a match within a match already happening is officially underway. The five people surrounding the body of TLA all backing off as Roberto happily drops down and hooks the leg of TLA right on the ramp, going for the pin.)

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(The members of La Familia are in high spirits as they all surround Roberto and celebrate the victory that he has gotten. The referee is quickly running over to Roberto with the Hardcore Championship in hand, to which he quickly takes into his possession before raising it high into the air. The other five celebrate this victory with him, quite unexpected, but that’s the nature of the 24/7 Contract, it’s whenever the opportunity presents itself.)

Bella Braxton: HERE IS YOUR WINNER… AND NEW!!!!!!!!! HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!!!!! ROBBERRRTOOOOOOO DEEE LAAA ROSAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(That is when it begins to sink in for everyone.)

James Peters: …

Rich Russillo: :francis:

Persephone: aSDLKNADLNDLKNASLDNDKlSDLNALDNADNDLKQWQWL<MDNASLASLKALKNDLWQNDLMNWDNASDOJPASDONLASKDNLANDPNQWKNDLASDNADSSAIOLUIS!

(The crowd is booing loudly at this, they can’t believe that Roberto and La Familia would do such a thing, especially at this moment. But it seems like they don’t care about it at all, they’re going to step on toes, especially if it means they get to this point.)

James Peters: This is insane! Roberto De La Rosa could have cashed in at any moment! At any time! And he chose tonight of all nights, when TLA already lost the Extreme Elimination Chamber to seize the moment! I’m speechless right now, I didn’t expect this at all…

Rich Russillo: I don’t think any of us would have, James. But Roberto did it, you have to give him credit for that. After years of hard work and determination, winning the 24/7 Contract was a start, but all it took was for him to choose his spot, and as low down and despicable as it was, he chose this moment tonight! This is something that he and La Familia I’m sure are through the roof about! Roberto De La Rosa has gotten the last laugh.

(Roberto looks at everyone in the group, along with perhaps the newest member, Brianna Hill. He smirks, as they once again raise their hands, signaling the start of a regime on Sunday Night Voltage, one that is helmed by what seems to be the NEW La Familia! They don’t look to soil the fun for the rest of the match though as they turn around and quickly take their leave. Looking to celebrate their spoils elsewhere.)

Persephone: AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION! LUIS DE LA ROSA! :blessed:!!!

(The final two inside of the ring are once again the focal point. The entire ordeal has given both Drake and Rex the time to get back up to their feet and recover, with the two of them finding themselves face-to-face in a predicament that neither of them would have any other way. This is what they’ve been fighting for, Drake to keep the EAW World Championship, and Rex to win it. There is nobody that has fought as hard as Rex McAllister to get to this very place, this very moment, and there has been nobody since before this Season that has fought hard enough to take the title away from Drake King. Could Rex be the one?)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE SENDS A STRIKE TO THE HEAD OF REX! BLOOD FLIES EVERYWHERE AS REX IS QUICK TO RESPOND BACK! AND NOW THE TWO OF THEM ARE BEGINNING TO TRADE VICIOUS BLOWS WITH ONE ANOTHER! DRAKE! REX! DRAKE! REX! DRAKE! REX! DRAKE! REX!

James Peters: BUT REX GETS THE UPPER HAND AS HE GRABS A HOLD OF DRAKE AND SENDS HIM TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE RING…

Rich Russillo: DRAKE WITH A ‘GUILLOTINE’ ATTEMPT! SICK KICK TO THE FACE OF REX TO TURN HIM INSIDE OUT!

James Peters: BUT REX SLIDES UNDER BEFORE GRABBING DRAKE AND DROPPING HIM DOWN WITH A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB COUNTER! REX HOLDS POSITION AND GOES FOR THE PIN!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEE-

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE TURNS IT AROUND AND FLIPS IT INTO A PIN OF HIS OWN!

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!!!

James Peters: BUT REX KICKS OUT! Both of them are back up to their feet, AND DRAKE CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK TO REX’S JAW! Rex staggers back, BUT QUICKLY RECOVERS AS HE SENDS A SUPERKICK OF HIS OWN TO DRAKE’S DIRECTION! DRAKE TRIES FOR ANOTHER ONE HIMSELF- BUT REX GRABS THE FOOT AND TRIPS DRAKE! DRAKE IS DOWN ON THE GROUND AS REX TURNS AROUND AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A STANDING MOONSAULT!

Rich Russillo: Rex doesn’t go for the pin though! He knows that it’s going to take a lot more if he’s going to want to keep someone like Drake King down. Drake has been in compromising positions like these before, and we’ve seen him rise up to the occasion time after time again, the question is will this be another example of such? Rex runs to the ropes and back while Drake staggers up to his feet!

James Peters: REX TRYING TO CONNECT WITH ‘THE REX EFFECT’!

Rich Russillo: BUT DRAKE SLIPS OUT OF HARM’S WAY, BOTH OF THEM ARE OUT AS DRAKE SPINS AROUND AND GOES FOR A DISCUS LARIAT TO THE HEAD- BUT REX MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER THAT…

James Peters: ‘THE REX LOCK’!

Rich Russillo: REX HAS THE STF LOCKED IN! DRAKE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN AS HE REACHES OUT TO EVERY AND ANYTHING TO TRY AND GET HIMSELF OUT OF THIS! THIS IS REX’S BIG MOVE, ONE THAT HAS PUT AWAY SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE PAST, AND THE LAST THING THAT DRAKE WANTS IT TO BE A CASUALTY OF THAT! DRAKE IS DOING EVERYTHING THAT HE CAN TO GET OUT! BUT THAT’S PROVING TO BE VERY DIFFICULT WITH EVERYTHING THAT HE’S BEEN IN!

James Peters: THE LONGER THIS HOLD IS LOCKED IN! THE CLOSER THAT REX SEES HIMSELF GETTING TO THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! LOOK IN THE EYES OF DRAKE KING, LOOK AT THE FACE OF DESPAIR THAT HE HAS RIGHT NOW! HIS LIGHTS ARE BEGINNING TO FADE! AND MORE AND MORE HE SEES HIS TITLE REIGN CLOSING OUT! COULD THIS BE IT?!

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Rich Russillo: NO! DRAKE HAS THE WHEREWITHAL TO ROLL REX OVER AND PIN HIM! SHOULDERS TO THE MAT!

OOONNNEEE!!!

TTTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEE!!!!

James Peters: BUT REX KICKS OUT, FORCED TO RELEASE THE HOLD! DRAKE RUSHES FORWARD…

Rich Russillo: GOING FOR YET ANOTHER ‘GUILLOTINE’ ATTEMPT!

James Peters: BUT THE DAMAGE THAT HE’S TAKEN CAUSES HIM TO SLOW DOWN…

Rich Russillo: AS REX USES THIS TO FLOAT OVER AND CONNECT WITH ‘THE REX EFFECT”! IT CONNECTS! IT CONNECTS! REX MCALLISTER IS GOING TO DO IT! HE’S GOING TO BE THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION!

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James Peters: ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE WAS SPIKED ON HIS HEAD BUT HE SOMEHOW ROLLS UP TO HIS FEET AND USES EVERYTHING THAT HE HAS TO DRIVE REX DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A CURB STOMP! BOTH OF THEM ARE DOWN…

(… or are they?)

James Peters: SOMEHOW! SOMEWAY! THEY’RE RISING BACK UP! DRAKE! REX! I DON’T KNOW HOW THEY HAVE IT IN THEM! MAYBE IT’S THE ADRENALINE COURSING THROUGH THEIR VEINS OR WHAT! BUT THEY JUST TANKED EVERYTHING THAT CAME THEIR WAY! AND NOW THEY’RE ABOUT TO DO IT AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: REX TAKES HIS THUMPER MACE AND FLICKS THE SWITCH, THE ENTIRE WEAPON HEATS UP AS HE SWINGS IT AT DRAKE!

James Peters: BUT DRAKE QUICKLY TAKES HIS BRANDING IRON AND USES THAT TO BLOCK THE ATTACK-

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(***BOOM!***)

Rich Russillo: THE IMPACT OF THE TWO WEAPONS JUST CAUSED A MASSIVE EXPLOSION AT THE CENTER OF THE RING! SOMETHING MUST HAVE SHORT CIRCUITED IN ONE OF THEIR WEAPONS AND LED TO THAT! DRAKE IS LAUNCHED ONE WAY AND REX IS LAUNCHED THE OTHER! BOTH OF THEM ARE OUT!

(Officials quickly enter the ring and rush over to check on them, realizing just how dangerous something like that is. Rex isn’t moving, Drake isn’t moving, and the cheers of the crowd turn to murmurs as they have no clue what is going on in this match right now.)

James Peters: I… I don’t know what to say…

(Persephone is secretly praying Rex is dead while maintaining silence.)

Rich Russillo: Both of these Elitists are down, and they haven’t moved an inch, I think they’re knocked out, and if they aren’t, they’re severely hurt and do need medical assistance! This is not how we expected this match to end…

(But how else is it supposed to end…?)

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(‘It Ain’t Safe’ by Skepta hits.)

James Peters: NO… NO WAY! RIGHT NOW?!

Rich Russillo: IT’S ***CHARLIE MARR!***

(The crowd has turned into absolutely deafening boos, the camera going over to the stage to show the new Cash in The Vault holder Charlie Marr sprinting out from the backstage area, still bearing the wounds of his match against Shinzo Sasaki, he has the briefcase in hand as he looks to do the unthinkable, what nobody would have thought to happen…)

James Peters: CHARLIE IS SHOVING THE BRIEFCASE INTO THE HANDS OF THE REFEREE! HE’S SHOUTING PROFUSELY AT HIM AS THE REFEREE IS RUNNING OVER TO INFORM BELLA BRAXTON!

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, CHARLIE MARR IS CASHING IN HIS CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS! HE’S ADDED TO THIS MATCH! HE’S IN THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER!

James Peters: CHARLIE RUSHES IN AND QUICKLY GOES FOR$ THE PIN ON REX! SHOVING ALL THE MEDICAL PERSONNEL THAT’S CHECKING ON HIM AWAY AS THE REFEREE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO COUNT!

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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Bella Braxton: REX MCALLISTER HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!

Rich Russillo: REX IS OUT! IT’S DOWN TO TWO! CHARLIE AND DRAKE! DRAKE HASN’T MOVED EITHER! CHARLIE HAS LUNGED FORWARD AND HOOKED THE LEG ON HIM! NO! NOT LIKE THIS! NOT LIKE THIS!

OOONNNEEEE!!!

TTTTWWWWOOOO!!!!

TTTTTHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

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James Peters: CHARLIE MARR IS A TWO-TIME EAW WORLD CHAMPION!

(DING! DING! DING!)

(‘It Ain’t Safe’ begins to play through the speakers of the arena as a triumphant Charlie Marr gets up to his knees and screams at the top of his lungs. He raises his fists in the sky, signaling a career making moment for him here tonight at Road To Redemption. The crowd in Mexico City tonight is irate about how all of this has occurred, throwing trash at the Extreme Elimination Chamber and booing loudly to signal their displeasure.)

Bella Braxton: Here is your winner… AND NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EAW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CHARRRLIEEEEEE MAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Charlie is handed the EAW World Championship, the title that he held what feels like centuries ago, and he clutches it close to his chest. He takes it, and raises it high into the air, the crowd continuing to boo for this.)

Rich Russillo: …

James Peters: …

Persephone: Hi.

Rich Russillo: Wow.

James Peters: I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now. I could have anticipated Drake King walking out of this match as Champion, I could have saw Rex McAllister become the EAW World Champion. But mere hours after he won it, Charlie Marr has come in, cashed it in, and is now your new EAW World Champion.

Rich Russillo: This is the culmination of all his hard work, to show everyone just exactly who Charlie Marr is, and what he has been able to accomplish in this company. They needed a reminder, and Charlie did exactly that in a big way. And now, the first night of Road To Redemption ends in one way, and that’s the man himself taking control of the Sunday Night Voltage that he once used to rule with an iron fist. Once again, it’s Charlie Marr’s world.

(Charlie climbs up to the top rope, continuing to raise his title into the air and embrace the moment right here and now. Pyro is seen shooting out from the stage to celebrate this momentous occasion, and Charlie eyes the camera that is directly facing him. Road To Redemption ends with Charlie’s beautiful baby blue eyes looking at the camera, shouting at the top of his lungs words that will resonate through EAW for a very long time…)

Charlie Marr: (Off-Mic) LONG LIVE CHARLIE MARR!

(Promotional ad for Road to Redemption, where the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal will take place.)

(The camera cuts backstage to Captain Charisma’s office door left slightly ajar before NICK walks into frame, and goes to open it. However, he looks over his shoulder to notice the camera behind him, and gestures to follow him before pushing the door open. The camera tracks NICK from behind as he walks over to Captain Charisma’s desk, sporting his usual swagger.)

NICK: You wanted to see me, sir?

(Captain Charisma looks up from behind the desk, having been on his laptop, and shuts it to give full attention to NICK. Captain Charisma scoots back from his desk, and walks around it to shake NICK’s hand.)

Captain Charisma: NICK, welcome. First of all, I wanted to congratulate you on your big victory last week. It isn’t often a newcomer such as yourself is able to make an impact that quickly, but you managed to defeat four hungry other elitists, one of them being an EAW Hall of Famer, and it cannot be understated how impressive that is. Almost as impressive as your debut match, defeating New Breed Champion, Ashlynn Quinn.

(NICK has nodded along, valuing the praise from Captain Charisma, but makes sure to chime in, choosing to remain modest as he acknowledges the asterisk on said win.)

NICK: Hey, annoying as it is, I apparently owe some of that to Clayton. Had that moron not hit Ashlynn Quinn in the head with her title, who knows what could’ve happened? I would’ve preferred to have pinned Ashlynn Quinn on my own, and not left doubt in anyone’s mind who the better elitist was.

(Captain Charisma gives a reaction that almost reads as “fairs,” acknowledging NICK’s honesty about the situation.)

Captain Charisma: Still, impressive nonetheless anytime you score the win over a Champion, and actually what I wanted to call you in here for. Because in winning your fatal five way match last week, you actually earned yourself an “Ultimate Opportunity” in the process that’ll grant you what could turn out to be a rematch against Ashlynn, this time for the New Breed Championship.

(The crowd roars with excitement, eager to see a potential rematch between those two, and hoping to see someone other than either Ashlynn Quinn or Clayton Golde hold the Championship.)

NICK: You serious?

Captain Charisma: Dead serious, congratulations.

(NICK cracks a smirk momentarily, overcome with gratitude for the opportunity, and focuses up ahead of his match with Ashlynn, taking a deep breath.)

NICK: You won’t regret this. In due time, I’m taking that New Breed Championship.

(Captain Charisma nods.)

Captain Charisma: I love the confidence, and don’t worry, you won’t have to wait for long. Because following Road to Redemption, there’ll be an end of the year event titled “Festival of Lights.” That’s where you’ll take on Ashlynn, or… there’s a chance you’ll face off against Clayton Golde when the time comes, depending on how things work out at Road to Redemption.

NICK: Either way works for me.

Captain Charisma: Yeah, I’d figured you’d say that, given the circumstances. In one route, you get revenge on Clayton for interfering in your match. In the other, you prove that your win against Ashlynn Quinn was no fluke. The only downside to this arrangement must be having to wait for your opportunity to come, but think you can hold off until after Road to Redemption concludes?

(NICK shrugs his shoulders, nonchalant.)

NICK: Sure, I’ll manage. Just gives me the proper time to prepare for what’s undoubtedly the biggest match of my career up to this point. But I’ll be ready for Quinn or Clayton, and whatever tricks are up their sleeve when it comes down to it.

(Captain Charisma gives NICK a look of apprehension, wanting to make sure he’s fully aware of what that entails.)

Captain Charisma: Fair warning, because there are a lot of tricks up both of their sleeves

NICK: Can’t be any more than that cockroach, Diego Montana, has up his.

(Captain Charisma’s eyes go wide with a comical “tell me about it” expression on his face.)

Captain Charisma: Yeah, I guess you’re right. Your match against him set the tempo of exactly what to expect at the Festival of Lights show.

NICK: Trust me, I know what I’m getting into. I’m not naive about EAW, and the lengths people will go in order to keep what they think is rightfully theirs. Whether it be Ashlynn Quinn or Clayton Golde I’m standing across from, it’s expected they’ll do what they have to do, but so will I in order to walk out as New Breed Champion. It’s a dog eat dog world out here, and I played the system perfectly myself last week by throwing Chris Elite out to steal HIS pinfall.

Captain Charisma: Well, I can’t say you’re wrong about that. Sometimes, a cut throat nature is what you’ll need to thrive here in Elite Answers Wrestling, and I imagine your upbringing prepared you for that. But I’m glad you’ve adjusted to the culture nicely, and I love this intensity out of you, NICK. The bell hasn’t rung yet, but I can tell that you’re focused. Quite frankly, I don’t expect anything less, given this is a massive opportunity for you, especially this early into your career, and I’m glad you’re not taking it for granted.

NICK: You kiddin’ me? That’d be a major disservice to both myself, and everyone else I overcame in the match last week to earn this. You said it earlier, it was four hungry other elitists I had to go through, who’d likely kill to be in the spot I’m in, and I can’t take my foot off the gas this close to the finish line. Not just for them, but for me, and everything I’ve been through up to this point. Captain, anybody that’s paid attention, knows my story. They know I couldn’t stay in one place for long. They know I had to go, and test myself elsewhere, so that I could put my skills learned to good use, and become something bigger in life than a statistic. The New Breed Championship marks a milestone towards that, towards making every bit of struggle and sacrifice I’ve been through worth it. Plus, I’m always down for a scrap, and if Ashlynn Quinn or Clayton Golde is ready to fight tooth and nail to keep what’s theirs, then best believe, so am I.

Captain Charisma: Fighting spirit is actually one of the things I’ve admired about you since joining the brand, NICK.

NICK: Thanks, but… it’s actually one of the reasons why I’m in your office right now. I wanted to talk to you about more than just my “Ultimate Opportunity.”

(Captain Charisma raises an eyebrow, confused but intrigued.)

NICK: Sure, I’m fine with waiting until Road to Redemption concludes to get my title shot, but I don’t wanna spend the whole time sitting on the sidelines. There’s gotta be something for me to do, and I’m feeling the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal is exactly that. C’mon, there’s gotta be a spot open or two. It’s the perfect match for me to keep this momentum rolling, and really make an impact. So, what do you say? Can I be in it?

(Captain Charisma thinks for a minute while the crowd chants “YES!” in the background, strongly advocating for NICK’s involvement in the match.)

Captain Charisma: Extreme Enigma Battle Royal, huh? Well, I agree. It’s the perfect chance for you to make an impact, and while you’re already riding a wave of momentum, a little extra wouldn’t hurt. We’ve seen what the match can do for careers. Remember, last season, it was Brianna Hill that won, and she went onto become Specialists Champion shortly thereafter. Solomon Stane won one year, and we saw how his career turned out. That’s a former Hardcore Champion. What I’m saying is: the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal can be the perfect launching pad opportunity for a talent such as yourself trying to get their name out there. Plus, a $100,000 dollar bonus. :mjgrin:

(NICK flashes a grin himself, liking the sound of that.)

NICK: Lots to do with that money.

Captain Charisma: Yeah, and you’ll have the opportunity to win it, as NICK… I’m officially entering you in the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal.

(The crowd bursts into cheers, and NICK nods with approval.)

NICK: Word? Bet, you won’t regret this.

Captain Charisma: I know I won’t. Just represent Voltage well, and you’re alright by me. Hey, maybe win the match too while you’re at it. :troll:

(NICK gets a small laugh out of this, and nods with understanding at Captain Charisma’s comment.)

NICK: Yeah, I’ll try my best, alright? Best I can promise anyone.

Captain Charisma: Fair enough. Best of luck, NICK, and congratulations earning your first match on the marquee. Hopefully, to many more in the future.

(NICK gives a fist bump to Captain Charisma before walking away, and the camera lingers on the commissioner, who seems satisfied with the conversation just had, and takes a seat back behind his desk, reopening the laptop he closed earlier as the camera fades elsewhere.)

(The camera cuts backstage to Cody Maverick pacing back-and-forth with the crowd erupting into cheers, not that Cody Maverick pays much attention to them as he stops pacing, and begins rubbing his forehead with clearly a lot on his mind. Maverick is obviously not happy with the way last week, or perhaps how this whole season has gone for him thus far. But he takes a moment to collect his thoughts before addressing the camera, snatching his sunglasses off.)

Cody Maverick: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again… I’m tired.

(Cody shakes his head.)

Cody Maverick: I’m tired of falling short, I’m tired of not living up to the expectations given to me. This whole season has been an uphill battle, an uphill climb to the top of this industry whereas last season, it was different. Last season, I was National Elite Champion, and carrying said title into Pain for Pride. So, what happened? I don’t know. But I know it’s been mentally draining to feel like you’re going one step forward, two steps back at every turn. It’s not like I’ve just lost every match. I build momentum, and it gets snuffed out time and time again. At Bloodsport, after becoming number one contender, I was expected to save us from this reign of terror that Adam Lucas has been on lately, and become the EAW World Champion. But did I do that? No. No, Adam Lucas managed to walk out with the title, and I could make excuses for why that happened, but truth be told: what’s the point? At the end, there are winners, and there are losers. That’s what history looks back on, not the circumstances in which said person lost. So, I could care less about making excuses. No, I was ready to dust myself off, and keep it moving. Because anyone that knows me, knows I don’t back down from a challenge, they know I don’t give up under any circumstances. I planned to bounce back at Territorial Invasion, and lead my team into victory against both Team Voltage and Showdown, so I could dig myself out of the metaphorical hole that Bloodsport left me in. But it didn’t exactly work out that way either, did it? No, and Wicked Games… Wicked Games, I lead another team into battle, but it was really our own demise as we once again fell short of getting the job done. Voltage’s War Games team walked out with the victory that night, which then spiraled into the issue from last week.

Cody Maverick: See, Miku Sakai is in a similar spot to me. She’s frustrated with the way her season has gone thus far, but instead of taking ownership for it, she chooses to place blame on somebody else’s shoulders, that person being mine. She blames me and my leadership for why we lost at both Territorial Invasion and Wicked Games. Of course, I’m not going to sit idly by as Miku runs her mouth about me, and I chimed in to naturally defend myself. It then spirals into this big thing where Miku took whatever cheap shot she could, and if it wasn’t down below into my family jewels, it was using a crowbar to attack me from behind, so she could injure my left knee right before a match.

(Cody gives her a sarcastic round of applause.)

Cody Maverick: Bravo, Miku. Seriously, bravo. The plan worked to perfection. You handicapped me for my match with Cosmo Goldworthy, and in turn, gave him the biggest victory of his career. Kudos to Cosmo, because he didn’t do anything I wouldn’t do myself. He took an opponent’s weak point, and exploited it. Can’t blame him for that.

(Cody rubs his chin, growing increasingly irritated whilst thinking back on it.)

Cody Maverick: But still, as I think back on it, it’s starting to piss me off more and more now, but not for the reasons you think. Because here I am, getting used as Cosmo Goldworthy’s stepping stone when, really, I should be using him and everyone else as mine. Let’s not forget, I won two “2024 Year-End Awards,” one of them predicting I was “Next Up in 2025.” You know what that means? That means people saw something in me above all the other names in that field, and voted me to win because they knew I could be special. They knew I had potential far outweighing that of my peers, and they knew I could be great. Now, despite the setbacks, the reactions… the support from the people hasn’t waivered. They still are behind me, they still believe I am everything I say I am as the “Sin City Superstar,” and lately, I’ve started to question if I believe too.

(Cody takes a moment to pause with the crowd hanging onto every word, feeling as if he might have lost his trademark confidence.)

Cody Maverick: You’re damn right I do, and I remind myself of that every morning in the mirror, no matter how hard times get. If there’s one person that believes in you, it’s the man staring. I believe that we can turn this ship around.

(With that, Cody looks into the camera with a renewed sense of focus and determination.)

Cody Maverick: Look, I never expected my season to turn out this way, especially after how it went lately where I held the National Elite Championship, defending against any and all challengers that may have come my way. And it’s not like I just came to prominence the night I won that Championship either, because I was winning matches on the marquee way before that, and giving fans a reason to think I was “Next Up” for 2025. But ever since then, there’s been a disconnect this season. Something has been holding me back from reaching those same heights, and I need to dig down deep to find out what the issue is. Because in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not happy with the way things have gone, and last week, F*ck Your Thanksgiving might have been the final straw to break this camel’s back.

Cody Maverick: Because I thought for sure I was going to march into the Thanksgiving Day Massacre match, and beat her ass from pillar to post. Not just Miku and I’s completely utter hatred for each other, but because I needed to. Because I needed to get through her, and punch my ticket to the Extreme Elimination Chamber match. But even with the added motivation, I still couldn’t do it. Now, there’s no shame in losing to Miku Sakai. I’ve been very open about respecting her abilities inside that ring, even if I don’t care for her character outside of it. But the loss woke up more in me than you could ever know. After losing to Miku, I realized that something needed to change, that the guy I was talking about earlier, the one who reigned with the National Elite Championship, he needs to come back. I need to show everyone why I am the future, why I had the reign that I did, and while I’m not necessarily able to do that in the Extreme Elimination Chamber match… when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. You don’t bitch, you don’t moan, you don’t complain. You get back up, and keep swinging. That’s exactly what I’m prepared to do.

(Cody Maverick nods his head, staring into the camera with intensity.)

Cody Maverick: Because I swing on everybody when, at the aptly named Road to Redemption, I start my own by winning… the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal.

(The crowd cheers in the background, excited for the prospect of Cody entering the match, and adding to the already stacked field.)

Cody Maverick: I’ve been in this match before, and I felt the hunger for everyone in that first one then. I certainly feel it now with former World Champions like SOSA Henderson entering the fold, and many others too that aren’t themselves. Candice, Saori, Damien to name a few. Hey, and I can finally kill two birds with one stone, making things right against Cosmo Goldworthy as well where I’ll see if that same luck from a few weeks ago carries over. But at Road to Redemption, I’m not going to need luck.

(Cody points to his eyes.)

Cody Maverick: Look into my eyes, and notice the sheer determination that lurks within em. I’m not just talking about it, at Road to Redemption, I will be about it when I throw every sorry soul up and over that top rope, because there is nothing, and I mean NOTHING going to stand in my way of victory, whether you like it or not. There’s a message for the rest of the field. The Extreme Enigma is mine to win, and get my career back on track where it should be… that’s the “Main Event Mogul” in the main event.

(Cody gives one last intense look to the camera before walking over, focused ahead of his match at Road to Redemption with the fans now firmly behind him as the camera fades elsewhere.)

(Commercial for EAW 2K26.)

(The feed then cuts to Hans Grayson roaming around the backstage hallway in casual wear, rather than last week’s beach attire. He’s slightly more irritated than usual, mood which could easily be attributed to the circumstances he’s had to face lately with his sworn enemy in Drake Armstrong, but still, he tries to keep that iconic smile on his face no matter what.)

(It wouldn’t be many steps after this that he’d feel a tap on his shoulder though. Turn around he would, before instantly heaving a sigh of displeasure and a look of annoyance.)

???: Put your emotions aside for a quick minute. We need to talk.

(Spoke the voice of Kai Rabeaux.)

Hans Grayson: I don’t have a lot to talk about, actually.

(He replied impassively.)

Kai Rabeaux: I find that ignorant to say, but I digress. Judging your thoughts is not what I’m here for. Like I said, we need to talk, so don’t make this needlessly difficult.

Hans Grayson: What, Drake sent you here like you’re his errand boy or something? If he wants to tell me something he can do it himself.

Kai Rabeaux: Drake didn’t send me, Hans. I’m nobody’s errand boy, rather, in case you forgot, I am your tag team partner soon come Road To Redemption as you are mine. Whatever’s going on right now affects me too — now, could I have a minute of your time?

Hans Grayson: Fine.

(He’d rather not budge, but it’s not like Kai will stop insisting if he does as he wishes. Kai assuredly nods in response.)

Kai Rabeaux: Very well. Let’s take this conversation somewhere else. I’d rather not have others finding wind of any “tension” brewing here and spreading the word around to their little suck-ups.

Hans Grayson: Lead the way then.

(Hans shrugs, before starting to follow Kai to the nearest locker room. Kai would take a peek inside to scout if there’s any company, before walking in and holding the door for Hans to enter as well.)

Kai Rabeaux: I’ll be candid; I’m not too happy about that act you pulled last week. You pretty much caused Drake’s loss against Minerva, giving ToXXXin all possible bargaining chips for our Road To Redemption matchup. Personal issues between Drake and Minerva aside, we both know how important that match was in order for us to gain a substantial advantage before our battle could even commence. Not to even forget the importance of throwing ToXXXin off their game very early on…

Hans Grayson: I don’t think I’m the person to talk to here. If anything, you should be talking to Drake about his attitude which cost him a second time when battling Minerva. Surely you wouldn’t have a problem with confronting him about that and holding him accountable if you’re really your own man after all, right?

Kai Rabeaux: Don’t act like you haven’t been the catalyst to all of that, Grayson. Plus, regardless of your confrontation, you did conveniently choose to walk out to the ring right as he had Minerva dead to rights. Let’s not omit that part.

Hans Grayson: Ah, so you’re not here to judge my thoughts — but instead my actions? Look, dude, I could just take a page out of the book of delusional bozos like you and make up some convenient excuse that I was just late to the show or something, can’t I? Sure fits you guys.

Kai Rabeaux: What are you trying to insinuate? Last I checked, a “delusional bozo like me” didn’t stand in the way of mutual victory; quite the opposite, actually. I never was one to hesitate or stand in the way of conquest, now was I? Yeah, no, I believe that’s a judgment better assigned to you — listen though, I’m not here to squabble, Hans, I’m here to talk this out like grown men and make certain we are on the same page walking into what’s assuredly going to war by ToXXXin’s choosing.

Kai Rabeaux: Thanks to your carelessness, we will have to face the three of them in a stipulation of their choice. What that stipulation is currently? I have no idea, which already has me on edge and the match is many, many days away from actually being underway. You have to be feeling a way about this, Grayson, after all, you’re marching to battle too, and whatever stipulation they choose, fair or unfair, extreme or not, YOU have to lie in the bed you made with the rest of us.

Hans Grayson: And that’s fine, dude. I’m not “careless”, I’m simply through with being walked all over like I’m some little puppet to put under strings. All Drake’s been doing is trying to get us under his control, and in case you haven’t been noticing that, I have! And I’m not just going to sit here and play along while I watch this scumbag benefit off our backs. You wanna do that? Then be my guest, but when I said I was done, I meant it, and don’t forget the only reason I’m in this is because in order for this match to even happen, Drake has to waste the favor he earned by getting the winning pinfall in War Games.

Hans Grayson: I’m fed up with all the accusations thrown my way, Kai, both from you and from Drake. You wanna blame me for last week? Go on, but it’s Drake who took his eye off the ball not once, but twice in the same match after promising not to make that same mistake he made at Grand Rampage. Hell, how can you even blame me for that last one? The guy had the upper hand but just decided to come at me like I’d done something to him. With something like that, I’m not surprised ToXXXin took advantage and got the victory. And anyhow, it’s not like the two of you are beneath stuff like that. This was just a taste of your own medicine.

Kai Rabeaux: Well for starters I don’t think I ever hindered my teammate and came out in flip-flops enjoying the rays of some spotlights as if they were the sun—

Hans Grayson: And I don’t think I ever sipped the Drake Armstrong kool-aid and went along with whatever he says either, but here we are.

Kai Rabeaux: Excuse me?! How many times do I have to repeat—

Hans Grayson: It doesn’t matter what you want to keep on repeating if what you’ve been doing proves otherwise. I’m just tired of being a pawn in Drake Armstrong’s game, and if I were you, I would do better than to trust a guy as openly shameless and conniving as him.

Kai Rabeaux: Trust me, I know very well what I’m doing.

(Hans nods sarcastically.)

Hans Grayson: Are you sure you are? I get you’re fairly new here, so when you get that instant glimpse of success, you just keep wanting more and more, and you go to whatever source can best provide you that without taking a proper look at the downside that come for this search of glory and power. You ask me, Kai, I think you’re blinded by the plain-sailing success Drake Armstrong has granted you, and that’s how guys like him get you. His bait has perfectly lured you in, so stop acting oblivious—

???: Bait, luring in? I certainly hope it is fishing we are expounding upon and not something else, gentlemen.

(In walks the pompous Drake Armstrong, having presumably gotten wind of at least a small portion of the heated discussion his trio partners have been having.)

Hans Grayson: Of course you’re here. You just always find a way to be wherever I’m at, huh?

Drake Armstrong: Pardon?

(Drake would lightly push Kai to the side in order to get in Hans’ face.)

Drake Armstrong: What’s the bitterness about, Fireheart?

Hans Grayson: Don’t act like a fool now.

Drake Armstrong: I am doing no such thing. And besides, shouldn’t I feel a way after that obnoxious trick you pulled last week? You certainly have much explaining to do, Grayson, and luckily for you, I just so happen to currently have all the time in the world seeing as there are no matches for I to attend to today.

Hans Grayson: I owe you no explanation, Drake. Maybe if you weren’t so conceited and my “trick” wasn’t stuck in your head, you’d have gotten the job done. Instead, you ended up with a kick to the balls and another loss to Minerva.

Drake Armstrong: Indeed, and that is the last thing I would be jubilant over. After the events of Grand Rampage, what I promised myself I would NOT do is fall to Minerva yet again, except this time around, guess what, Grayson, it wasn’t me playing with my food costing me. It was you doing so, running your straw around in circles in that little cocktail coconut of yours without a care in the world of the consequences we ALL would face, fate which was in MY hands and my hands alone. If this so much as displeases you, Fireheart, then you are free to sit idly by when your services are of no necessity and allow those who are fine with what’s on their plate devour the meal ahead that is our competition.

Hans Grayson: Nah, Drake, I think I’ve done enough sitting idly by and watching you take control of everything. It’s time that becomes only a part of your wildest imaginations. I won’t just let you put a leash on me, or Kai for that matter so you can constantly get what you want and feast on it while our “prizes” are some breadcrumbs. This is your issue, Drake, so do your own bidding and don’t allow some trivialties to distract you from this supposed important mission of yours.

Drake Armstrong: So what now, Fireheart, you accuse I cajole you and Kai into doing my bidding? Don’t forget under whose leadership you gained the biggest victory of both of your careers, Hans Grayson. Don’t forget who still wishes to have your back despite your most surprising defeat at the hands of the current EAW World Champion. How often must I reiterate there actually is some benevolence in me before you finally cease to behave in such a stubborn and ungracious way?! Or would you simply rather die by your own hubris without rhyme or reason?

Hans Grayson: I hope you know talking like you’re in the Middle Ages doesn’t actually mean you’re instantly correct, you buffoon. You keep manipulating these narratives about how much you’ve done for me, yet if you truly wanted to help me, you’d let me out of your stupid vortex but for some reason, you just can’t do that, now can you—

Kai Rabeaux: Oookay folks…!!

(Kai steps in the middle of the two.)

Kai Rabeaux: …I think I’ve heard enough from the both of you. I don’t care what your gripes are with each other at this point, and whatever your issues are in general, because they are quite trivial at this current juncture to be honest . We all signed up for this in the end, one way or another, so how about we put these differences aside for just a minute, we shut the hell up about whatever complaints we may have about this dynamic, and just work together at Road To Redemption. Then? The floor will be yours to settle your issues once and for all. For now, do not allow ToXXXin to get a free victory off the backs of our inaccordances, because I am quite certain the last thing we all want on our record sheets is a defeat.

Hans Grayson: Yeah, whatever.

(Hans just walks past the two of them, bumping into their shoulders in the process; his mood having gotten even worse now after he was promised some “grown men talk” and all he got was much of the same the usual brings him.)

(Meanwhile, Drake’s palm was pressing into his eyes out of pure frustration at Hans’ constant impertinence. Kai on the other hand just exhaled sharply seeing as the three of them are still not fully on the same page like he wished; putting his own annoyances aside and trying to get through to Drake as the camera transitions somewhere else…)

[SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2024.]

(The camera cuts to Bella Braxton standing inside the Extreme Elimination Chamber.)

Bella Braxton: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH!

Bella Braxton: AND IS FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!

(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep blares throughout the arena first, receiving a loud reaction from fans in attendance as Michael Machina steps through the curtain, sporting thumbtack timberland boots. Machina hops up and down on the stage area, channeling his intensity, and strikes a pose on the stage. Machina marches down to the chamber, heading up the steps to enter.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first!! Hailing out of Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 240 pounds…HE IS THE MONEYMAKER…MICHAEL MACHINA!!

James Peters: Tonight, Michael Machina enters unfamiliar territory, that being the Extreme Enigma Battle Royal.

Rich Russillo: Each competitor in this match will go through hell. That is guaranteed.

James Peters: But it’s the price they’re willing to pay, so they can end the year off as Champion.

(‘Number One’ by Shirō Sagisu & Hazel Fernandes plays to a positive reaction from the fans. Limmy saunters on the stage area, and Limmy looks around, soaking in the reaction from fans before he walks to the chamber. Limmy looks the dangerous structure up and down before heading up the steps, dragging the PURE Championship along, drawing upon the history various men in the match have with it. The title having been modified, the gems being replaced with thumbtacks.)

Bella Braxton: Residing out of Golden Beach, Florida, weighing in at 227 pounds…HE IS THE ACE OF ELITE ANSWERS WRESTLING…LIMMY MONAGHAN!!

Rich Russillo: Limmy has been World Champion before, and tonight, looks to become Champion again.

James Peters: But there are some factors that may stand in his way a bit…

(“It Follows” by Cane Hill plays to a mixed reaction from fans, and Xander Payne walks onto the stage area, carrying a bat with nails, barbed wire, and spikes sticking out of it. Xander goes up the steps, entering the chamber, and points the bat at Limmy before backing into his respective pod.)

Bella Braxton: Hailing out of Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 255 pounds…XANDER PAYNE!!

James Peters: Here’s one. Xander Payne has made it his mission to enact revenge on Limmy.

Rich Russillo: And I don’t doubt what Xander is capable of. Once pushed, he becomes the devil himself.

(Xander’s pod gets closed, and “Praise Gawd” by Kanye West blares throughout the arena to a mixed reaction from fans, some who are actually in the favor of Methuselah, preferring somebody new walk out with the Championship. Methuselah walks through fog, and stops himself on the ramp, striking his signature pose with flames rising in the background, holding a modified cattle prod in hand.)

Bella Braxton: And his opponent!! Residing from The Ether, weighing in at 17 stone…HE IS…METHUSELAH!!

James Peters: Methuselah has been looming over the EAW World Championship all season thus far, but it has managed to elude even The Gawd.

Rich Russillo: But tonight, Methuselah can rectify that. Though, Jake Smith isn’t the only man he should be keeping an eye out for…

(“Kamikaze” by RedHook plays to a negative reaction from fans as Daryl Kinkade makes his way onto the stage. Daryl removes his hood, and poses on the stage before marching his way down to the ring, holding a barbed wire cricket bat.)

Bella Braxton: Introducing first! Hailing out of Norwich, England, weighing in at 225 pounds, accompanied to the ring by Halsey Neel and Pandora Paisley, representing The British Invasion…HE IS THE KINK OF ELITE…DARYL KINKADE!!

James Peters: So, all four pods have been taken. It’ll be Daryl Kinkade starting things off against Jake Smith.

Rich Russillo: I do not envy our champion. He’s been placed in a bad spot, starting in the ring.

Persephone: If Jake Smith can somehow make it through that, I give up. His reign of terror is never ending.

(‘Self-Help Tape’ by Moses Sumney plays…)

(And Jake Smith makes his way onto the stage area with a smug expression on his face, receiving a chorus of boos from the fans in attendance. Jake removes the World Championship from around his waist, and raises it high before placing it back on his shoulder. Jake puts his finger up, reminding himself of something, and goes backstage briefly, retrieving his weapon for the EEC. But carries it to the ring with a black tarp over it.)

Bella Braxton: Residing out of Atherton, California, weighing in at 210 pounds…HE IS THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION… THE PROCESS…JAKE SMITH!!

Persephone: Is this guy serious?

James Peters: Jake playing mind games with the commissioner, but now isn’t the time for games… he needs to focus.

Rich Russillo: And I’m curious. What’s under the black tarp? It looks almost… life size.

(‘Self-Help Tape’ fades out in the background, and Jake Smith removes the tarp, revealing his weapon to be… a lifesize cut out of Bea Valentine wrapped in barbed wire.)

(Michael Machina shakes his head, and begins banging on his pod glass in anger. Meanwhile, all Jake can do is laugh as the referee signals for the bell.)

(DING! DING! DING!)

James Peters: Well, despite Jake’s odd choice of a “weapon,” the bell has rung, so the Extreme Elimination Chamber is officially underway. Starting things off will be the World Champion, and Daryl Kink-

**CRASH!!**

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD!

(Both Jake Smith and Daryl Kinkade stop what they’re doing, and turn towards the noise.)

Rich Russillo: NO WAY!

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA HAS KICKED OPEN HIS POD!

Rich Russillo: CAN HE DO THAT?!

James Peters: ARE YOU GONNA BE THE ONE TO TELL HIM NO?!

Rich Russillo: GOOD POINT! AND LOOK AT JAKE SMITH! JAKE IS FROZEN WITH FEAR! MICHAEL MACHINA HAS KICKED OPEN THE POD, AND NO DOUBT WANTS TO GET HIS HANDS ON SMITH FOR THAT CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF BEA!

James Peters: JAKE HAS MADE A HUGE MISTAKE, PROVOKING THE BEAST LIKE THIS! MICHAEL MACHINA IS THE LAST MAN YOU WANNA PISS OFF!

(Michael Machina walks through the opening created in his pod, the glass barely hanging on the hinges, and stands on the outside briefly, fuming as he stares a hole into the World Champion, who remains frozen with fear. Jake manages to snap out of it, and looks toward Daryl Kinkade, who backs into the corner, deciding to stay out the way for now, not wanting to wind up in Michael’s path of destruction.)

Daryl Kinkade: (off-mic) He’s all yours, bruv!

Persephone: Jake’s about to shit himself! This is great! :mjlol:

Rich Russillo: AND MICHAEL MACHINA DASHES INTO THE RING, BUT JAKE- JAKE THROWS THAT CARDBOARD CUTOUT IN MIKEY’S PATH!

James Peters: HOWEVER, MICHAEL MACHINA SWATS IT ASIDE, AND CONTINUES TO MARCH AFTER JAKE, WHO HAS LEFT THE RING!

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE- JAKE IS DEMANDING FOR THE CHAMBER DOOR TO BE OPENED! :mjlol:

Persephone: What a pussy!

Rich Russillo: ONLY WAY THAT’LL HAPPEN IF IS SOMEBODY GETS ELIMINATED, WHICH… JAKE MIGHT BE DANGER OF ONCE MICHAEL MACHINA CATCHES UP TO HIM!

James Peters: JAKE REALIZES HE’S WASTING TIME, AND STARTS TO RUN AWAY AS MICHAEL MACHINA EXITS THE RING!

Rich Russillo: RUN, JAKE! RUN!

James Peters: JAKE IS RUNNING AROUND THE RING, BUT MICHAEL MACHINA IS KEEPING PACE, STAYING NOT TOO FAR BEHIND! A PREDATOR HUNTING AFTER HIS PREY!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL MACHINA SHOULD NOT BE THAT FAST, ESPECIALLY FOR A MAN HIS SIZE!

James Peters: MEANWHILE, IN THE RING, DARYL KINKADE IS LOVING ALL THIS!

Rich Russillo: WHY WOULD HE NOT?! MICHAEL MIGHT JUST KILL JAKE SMITH, AND THAT’D BE ONE COMPETITOR DOWN! ALONG WITH A GUARANTEED NEW CHAMPION!

James Peters: SPEAKING OF- JAKE! JAKE FINALLY GETS CAUGHT BY MACHINA, WHO HOISTS HIM UP FOR A .50 CAL POWERBOMB!!

Rich Russillo: WAIT! JAKE STARTS TO CLIMB UP THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER STRUCTURE, HAVING GRABBED HOLD OF IT TO SAVE HIMSELF!

James Peters: MICHAEL TURNS AROUND, QUICKLY GRABBING A HOLD OF JAKE’S ANKLE TO PREVENT HIM FROM CLIMBING UP ANY FURTHER!

Rich Russillo: BUT CANT AS JAKE FIGHTS BACK WITH A BOOT TO HIS FACE! MICHAEL MACHINA STAGGERS BACK, HOWEVER, I THINK THAT ONLY ANGERED THE BIG MAN EVEN MORE!

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA IS IRATE, AND BEGINS CLIMBING UP THE STRUCTURE HIMSELF! BUT YOU BETTER HURRY, MICHAEL! BECAUSE JAKE SMITH IS TRYING TO SQUEEZE OUT THROUGH AN OPENING AT THE TOP!

Rich Russillo: JAKE GETS HIS UPPER BODY THROUGH-

James Peters: BUT MICHAEL MACHINA GRABS HOLD OF HIM IN TIME, AND DRAGS JAKE OUT THE OPENING BY HIS BELT! NOW, BOTH MEN ARE SIDE BY SIDE ON THAT STRUCTURE! PRECARIOUS POSITIONING!

Rich Russillo: FOR ONCE, JAKE TAKES THE FIGHT TO MICHAEL MACHINA THIS TIME, SLAMMING HIM FACE FIRST OFF THE UNFORGIVING STEEL!

Persephone: Jake has finally grown some balls. Good for him. BUT I WANNA SEE MICHAEL KILL THIS FUCKER!

James Peters: WELL, MICHAEL MACHINA IS RATTLED AFTER BEING SLAMMED FACE FIRST OFF THAT STEEL, AND JAKE BOUNCES HIM OFF IT AGAIN! MICHAEL IS DAZED AT THIS POINT, AND MAY FALL OFF WITH ONE MORE COLLISION LIKE THAT!

Rich Russillo: JAKE GRABS MACHINA’S HEAD, AND TRIES IT FOR A THIRD TIME!

James Peters: BLOCKED! MICHAEL MACHINA BLOCKED IT!

Rich Russillo: AND JUST LIKE THAT, THE CONFIDENCE JAKE WAS STARTING TO REGAIN IS INSTANTLY LOST AS MICHAEL MACHINA SHAKES HIS HEAD, INTENSITY IN HIS EYES! YOUR MOVE, CHAMP! :mjgrin:

James Peters: AND JAKE… STARTS RETREATING ONCE MORE!

Persephone: Oh, cmon!

Rich Russillo: JAKE QUICKLY MAKES HIS WAY OVER TO THE TOP OF MACHINA’S NOW EMPTY POD, AND ATTEMPTS CRAWLING DOWN ON THE OTHER SIDE! BUT MACHINA FINDS HIS WAY ATOP THE POD AS WELL, AND GRABS JAKE BY THE HAIR BEFORE HE CAN GET TOO FAR!

James Peters: OH NO! MICHAEL MACHINA HAS FINALLY GOT HOLD OF JAKE SMITH AGAIN, AND PULLS HIM BACK UP TO THE TOP OF THE POD! DARYL KINKADE IS STILL WATCHING FROM DOWN BELOW, GETTING A GOOD VIEW OF THE ACTION!

Rich Russillo: HONESTLY, DARYL HAS BEEN SMART! STAYING OUT THE WAY, BUT YOU HAVE TO WONDER WHEN HE’LL SEEK TO STRIKE!

James Peters: FOR NOW, HE’S ENJOYING HIMSELF AS MICHAEL MACHINA HAS BROUGHT JAKE BACK TO THE TOP OF THAT POD! MAINTAINING A HANDFUL OF HAIR!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL MACHINA IS GOING TO MAKE SURE THAT JAKE HAS NOWHERE TO GO!

James Peters: JAKE IS TRYING TO BEG MACHINA OFF, BUT MACHINA ISN’T TRYING TO HEAR IT, AND BOUNCES JAKE FACE FIRST OFF THE GLASS WALL!

**BANG!!**

Rich Russillo: DID YOU HEAR THAT SMACK JAKE’S FACE MADE?!

Persephone: Music to my ears! 😌

James Peters: OH, AND MICHAEL SLAMS HIM FACE FIRST OFF THAT GLASS WALL AGAIN! AND AGAIN! AND AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: AND SOME WILL SAY THAT JAKE SMITH IS GETTING EXACTLY WHAT HE DESERVES!

Persephone: I’m some!

James Peters: AND LOOK INTO THE EYES OF SMITH! JAKE IS OUT ON HIS FEET! THOSE REPEATED SLAMS INTO THE GLASS WALL HAS TAKEN A TOLL ON HIM, AND MICHAEL MAPS OUT HIS NEXT MOVE!

Persephone: It’s never good when he thinks!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL HOOKS JAKE UP FOR A SUPERPLEX OFF THE POD! BOTH MEN WILL HIT HARD BACK INSIDE THE RING! THAT IS IF IT CONNECTS!

Persephone: See?!

James Peters: JAKE FIGHTS IT OFF! HOLDING HIS WEIGHT DOWN TO BLOCK, AND MICHAEL MACHINA TRIES TO HOIST HIM AGAIN! BUT JAKE BLOCKS IT FOR A SECOND TIME IN A ROW!

Rich Russillo: JAKE THEN BREAKS MACHINA’S GRIP WITH A SHOT TO THE RIB CAGE, AND SENDS HIM SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE GLASS WALL! GETTING AN OUNCE OF REVENGE!

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA IS STUNNED AS HE LEANS UP AGAINST IT, AND JAKE GRABS HIS HEAD, SENDING THE BACK OF IT INTO THAT GLASS WALL HARD!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL SINKS DOWN TO A SEATED POSITION, BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP JAKE FROM CONTINUING TO BANG HIS HEAD OFF THAT WALL AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND AGAIN!

James Peters: :wow: Of course, the World Champion couldn’t himself…

(Jake stops the onslaught on Machina briefly, and turns his back to him, facing the audience while he stands atop that pod, so he can spread his arms to taunt, soaking in the negative reaction from fans.)

Persephone: :boo:

(Jake then flips the bird with both hands, only amplifying the boos even more, and turns his attention back over to Machina, who remains dazed.)

James Peters: Jake has finally gained some semblance of an upper hand on Machina, but I have to doubt how wise it was to taunt in a crucial moment like this.

Rich Russillo: Trust the process, James.

Persephone: Ugh. Don’t ever say that again.

Rich Russillo: :kyrie: Well, Jake Smith has brought Machina back to his feet, and hooks him up too for a SUPERPLEX OFF THAT CHAMBER POD!

James Peters: BUT MICHAEL MACHINA BLOCKS IT AS WELL, AND MANAGES TO FIGHT BACK WITH A SHOT TO THE RIB CAGE ALSO! MACHINA FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A RIGHT, AND JAKE GOES DOWN TO A KNEE!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL DELIVERS ANOTHER RIGHT, AND JAKE GOES DOWN TO A BOTH KNEES BEFORE SLITHERING OFF THE POD, AND ONTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE! MICHAEL DROPS TO ALL FOURS, AND GRABS HOLD OF JAKE’S HAIR AGAIN, NOT LETTING HIM GO THAT EASILY!

James Peters: BUT JAKE! JAKE HOOKS MACHINA UP FOR A SUPERPLEX FROM OUTTA NOWHERE- AND LOOK AT DARYL! DARYL TOSSES THE CRICKET BAT ASIDE MOMENTARILY, AND CLIMBS UP TO THE MIDDLE ROPE! HOOKING JAKE UP IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR POSITION AT THE SAME TIME!

Rich Russillo: HEY, NO WAY! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME-

James Peters: OOH! JAKE SMITH SUPERPLEXES MACHINA OFF THE POD, BUT DARYL ELECTRIC CHAIR DROPS HIM OFF THE TOP ROPE IN THE PROCESS FOR A TOWER OF DOOM!

Rich Russillo: BOTH JAKE AND MACHINA ARE DOWN, AND DARE I SAY, OUT! MEANWHILE, DARYL HAS A DECISION TO MAKE! PIN EITHER MACHINA OR JAKE! WHOS HE GONNA CHOOSE?! BOTH MEN LIE PRONE!

James Peters: … AND DARYL MAKES HIS DECISION! OPTING TO PIN JAKE AFTER SHOOTING THE HALF! THIS CAN GUARANTEE US A NEW CHAMPION!

Persephone: God knows that’s what we need!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHH-

Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! AND DARYL KINKADE IS A BIT ANNOYED, BUT MAINTAINS HIS COMPOSURE, CRAWLING INTO THE COVER ON MACHINA!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

James Peters: SHOULDER UP! MICHAEL MACHINA STAYS ALIVE! IT WON’T BE EASY TO PUT DOWN THAT MOUNTAIN OF A MAN JUST YET!

Rich Russillo: DARYL POUNDS THE MAT IN FRUSTRATION, HAVING BELIEVED HE CHOSE THE OPPORTUNE TIME IN THAT MOMENT!

James Peters: BOTH MACHINA AND JAKE WERE TOO BUSY BEING PREOCCUPIED WITH EACH OTHER, THEY FORGET THE THREAT INSIDE THE RING! THAT BEING DARYL KINKADE!

Rich Russillo: AND DARYL HAS RETRIEVED THAT BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT!

James Peters: UH-OH, THIS CAN’T BE GOOD! DARYL EYES BOTH MEN UP AS THEY BEGIN TO STIR! JAKE RISES TO ALL FOURS, AND SO DOES MICHAEL MACHINA!

Rich Russillo: ANNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDD- BAM! JAKE SMITH GETS WHACKED ACROSS THE BACK WITH THAT BAT FIRST, AND WRITHES IN PAIN ON THE CANVAS! MEANWHILE, MICHAEL MACHINA IS LEFT, AND DARYL WHACKS HIM ACROSS THE BACK WITH THAT BAT TOO!

James Peters: Think Machina is regretting leaving his pod early at this moment?

Persephone: It was worth it seeing him beat the shit outta Jake!

Rich Russillo: Something tells me it’s about to get a lot worse for our World Champion!

James Peters: Jake Smith goes to pull himself back with assistance from the ropes, but can only get to his knee before Daryl reaches over with the cricket bat!

Rich Russillo: CORRECTION: A BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT! AND DARYL REACHES OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH THAT BAT, GRINDING IT ACROSS JAKE SMITH’S FOREHEAD WHILE HE IS HUNG ON THAT MIDDLE ROPE!

James Peters: OH MY GOD, YOU CAN HEAR THE SCREAMS OF AGONY BY JAKE!

Persephone: I know! This is GREAT!

Rich Russillo: NO FIVE COUNT, BUT DARYL DOES GET SHOVED BACK SLIGHTLY BY SMITH! AND JAKE REMAINS ON A KNEE, LEANED UP AGAINST THE MIDDLE ROPE AS BLOOD STARTS TO POUR DOWN HIS FOREHEAD!

(Daryl Kinkade likes what he sees, and sets the cricket bat down in the center, positioning it for something…)

James Peters: Uh-oh, cruel intentions in the mind of Daryl Kinkade, who retrieves Jake, and stands him back up…

Rich Russillo: Daryl positions Jake in front of that cricket bat, and begins to unload with RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND! JAKE IS REELING! HE IS BARELY ABLE TO STAND FROM THE REPEATED BLOWS, AND DARYL KINKADE RUNS OFF THE ROPES! BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR A…

James Peters: MONKE FLIP!!

Rich Russillo: DARYL KINKADE JUST SPIKED JAKE HEAD FIRST ONTO THAT BARBED WIRE BAT WITH A FRONT FLIP DDT, AND CRAWLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEE-

James Peters: NEW CHAMPI- NO! JAKE POPS THE SHOULDER UP!

Rich Russillo: WELL, REGARDLESS OF IF YOU RESPECT THE MAN’S CHARACTER, YOU HAVE TO RESPECT HIS ABILITY INSIDE THAT RING!

James Peters: You’re right, Jake doesn’t NEED to take shortcuts! But he does, which makes it more disheartening. This guy could be a Champion people are proud of, but would rather do things like… fake his own death.

Persephone: Here’s hoping tonight leads to his very real death. 🙏

James Peters: Persephone…

Persephone: What? I’m serious! We need to kill this white boy!

James Peters: :roman:

Rich Russillo: I- moving on…

(Daryl makes it to all fours, contemplating his next move after Jake Smith kicked out. Daryl slides the cricket bat, now stained with Jake’s blood, out the way, and returns to his feet, backing into the opposite corner as Michael Machina starts pulling himself up in the corner. Meanwhile, Jake rolls out underneath the bottom rope, buying himself some time to recover as Daryl turns his focus over to Machina.)

James Peters: Well, Jake Smith has gotten a reprieve… for now at least while Daryl starts to focus his attention on Michael Machina… DARYL CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT IN THE CORNER!

Rich Russillo: NO DOUBT JACKING THE JAW OF MACHINA- WHOA! DARYL SPENT TOO MUCH TIME IN THE CORNER AFTER THAT UPPERCUT, AND MACHINA MAKES HIM PAY FOR IT, GRABBING KINKADE AROUND THE WAIST, AND DEADLIFTING HIM UP OFF THE CANVAS!

James Peters: PANIC IS STARTING TO FORM ON DARYL’S FACE AS MACHINA MAKES HIS WAY TO THE CENTER, KEEPING HIM SUSPENDED OFF THE GROUND IN THAT REAR WAISTLOCK! …AND MICHAEL MACHINA PLANTS HIM WITH A BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!

Rich Russillo: DARYL LANDED HIGH ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS! COULD THIS BE IT FOR HIM?!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

James Peters: KICKOUT!

Persephone: Imagine if he actually DID lose to that. :mjlol:

Rich Russillo: Well, Michael Machina is locked in regardless, and starts backing into the corner! Machina has Daryl in his sights!

James Peters: Daryl begins to stir, but I recommend he don’t turn around, because behind him waiting lies a… BULLET… FROM… HELL!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL MACHINA CHARGES IN- BUT GETS CAUGHT! DARYL CAUGHT HIM WITH A CROSSFACE! “SHUT UP, BRUV” IS IN! CROSSFACE IS APPLIED, AND MACHINA HAS NOWHERE TO GO AS DARYL WRENCHES BACK ON THE HOLD! CENTER OF THE RING!

James Peters: NOW, DARYL WRENCHES EVEN FURTHER BACK ON THE SUBMISSION HOLD, AND MICHAEL MACHINA MAY HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE BUT TO TAP SOON!

Persephone: Wow, I thought it’d have been Jake first!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA RAISES HIS HAND! HE’S THINKING ABOUT IT-

James Peters: BUT DECIDES AGAINST IT AT THE LAST MINUTE!

Rich Russillo: IF ANYTHING, HE’S GOTTEN A SECOND WIND, AND BEGINS POWERING BACK TO HIS FEET!

James Peters: AND LOOK AT DARYL! DARYL CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL RISES BACK TO A VERTICAL BASE, MUSCLING DARYL UP IN A FIREMAN’S CARRY POSITION!

James Peters: AND MACHINA MAKES HIS WAY TO THE CORNER, CLIMBING UP TO THE MIDDLE ROPE WITH DARYL ON HIS SHOULDERS! THATS A FULLY GROWN MAN!

Rich Russillo: AND MICHAEL MACHINA IS MAKING IT LOOK EASY- NO, WAIT! DARYL SLITHERS DOWN HIS BACK, AND SUNSET FLIPS ONTO HIS FEET, ATTEMPTING TO PEEL MACHINA OFF THAT MIDDLE ROPE WITH A POWERBOMB!

James Peters: MACHINA IS HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE- BUT THE TOP TURNBUCKLE PAD COMES OFF!

Rich Russillo: AND DARYL STARTS WALKING WITH MICHAEL MACHINA UP FOR A POWERBOMB!! WE TALKED ABOUT MACHINA’S POWER, BUT LOOK AT HIS!

James Peters: DARYL KINKADE WITH A WICKED SITOUT POWERBOMB IN THE CENTER, GIVING MACHINA A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE! KINKADE HOLDS IT FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHH-

Rich Russillo: AND MICHAEL MACHINA EXPLODES OUT THE PINFALL ATTEMPT!

James Peters: Daryl lies back on the canvas, and POUNDS the mat in frustration once again. Daryl is looking for results, and hasn’t been able to find them just yet against either Machina or Smith thus far.

Persephone: Speaking of, is Jake still dow- of course he is.

Rich Russillo: The Champion is still recovering from that Monke Flip on the barbed wire cricket bat.

Persephone: That was hours ago! Be a man!

James Peters: For now, it remains Machina and Kinkade. Daryl approaches Michael, who is slowly stirring back to his feet. Kinkade stands him up, and goes for a right- BUT MACHINA BLOCKS IT, AND FIRES BACK WITH ONE OF HIS OWN!

Rich Russillo: DARYL IS DAZED, AND GETS CAUGHT WITH ANOTHER! THEN ANOTHER! MICHAEL WHIPS HIM OFF THE ROPES- BUT DARYL REVERSES!

James Peters: DARYL SENDS MACHINA TO THE ROPES INSTEAD, AND SLIPS BEHIND HIM AS HE COMES REBOUNDING BACK FOR A SLEEPER HOLD! SLEEPER HOLD APPLIED- BUT MICHAEL MANEUVERS HIMSELF INTO A STANDING SIDE HEADLOCK, AND BOUNCES DARYL OFF THE ROPES TO ESCAPE!

Rich Russillo: KINKADE COMES REBOUNDING BACK, AND MACHINA SLIPS BEHIND HIM FOR A SLEEPER HOLD! EXCEPT KINKADE STEALS A PAGE FROM MACHINA’S BOOK, AND MANEUVERS HIMSELF INTO A STANDING SIDE HEADLOCK, SO HE CAN BOUNCE MACHINA OFF THE ROPES TO ESCAPE- AND JAKE!

James Peters: JAKE SMITH RE-ENTERS THE FRAY, SLIPPING BEHIND MACHINA AS HE GOT BOUNCED OFF THE ROPES BY DARYL FOR A SLEEPER HOLD! NOW, JAKE HAS A SLEEPER HOLD APPLIED AS DARYL STAGGERS INTO THE CORNER!

Rich Russillo: JAKE HOPS ON MACHINA’S BACK, WRAPPING HIS LEGS AROUND THE WAIST TO FURTHER CINCH IN THAT SLEEPER!

James Peters: BUT MACHINA BUILDS MOMENTUM, BACKPEDALING JAKE INTO THE CORNER- COLLIDING WITH DARYL!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA SQUISHES JAKE BETWEEN HIMSELF AND KINKADE, WHO IS NOW STUNNED IN THAT CORNER! BUT JAKE REFUSES TO RELEASE THE SLEEPER HOLD, KEEPING HIS LEGS WRAPPED AROUND MACHINA’S WAIST!

James Peters: MACHINA MOVES OUT THE CORNER SLIGHTLY, AND BACKPEDALS JAKE INTO DARYL AGAIN! STILL, JAKE REFUSES TO LET GO, SO MACHINA DOES IT A THIRD TIME! FINALLY BREAKING THE SUBMISSION HOLD!

Rich Russillo: Michael staggers out the corner, but behind him, BOTH Jake and Daryl fall to seated positions in the same corner!

James Peters: And Michael Machina has a crazy idea in mind once looking back to notice!

Rich Russillo: Machina approaches… and begins to STOMPS A MUDHOLE INTO JAKE, WHO SITS IN FRONT OF KINKADE! MACHINA IS STOMPING A MUDHOLE WITH THOSE THUMBTACK TIMBERLAND BOOTS!

James Peters: CREATING PUNCTURE WOUNDS WHEREVER HE STOMPS, HITTING JAKE’S CHEST, AND HAND AS HE TRIES TO COVER UP HIS HEAD FROM RECEIVING THOSE STOMPS! BUT A FEW ARE SLIPPING PAST THE GUARD!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA FINALLY RELENTS, AND ROLLS JAKE OUT THE WAY, SO HE CAN GET TO DARYL! STOMPING A MUDHOLE INTO HIM AS WELL!

James Peters: MACHINA IMMEDIATELY TARGETS THE HEAD WITH THOSE STOMPS, CONTINUOUSLY BEATING ON DARYL IN THAT CORNER UNTIL HE CURLS INTO A BALL! BUT EVEN THEN, MACHINA KEEPS THE ONSLAUGHT COMING! PUNCTURE WOUNDS FORMING ALL OVER DARYL AS WELL!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA CANT GET TOO CARRIED AWAY, BECAUSE THE COUNTDOWN HAS STARTED!

(Machina starts using the rope for his assistance while pressing his boot down on the side of Daryl’s face. Those thumbtacks digging into his cheeks.)

Crowd: …5!

Crowd: …4!

Crowd: …3!

Crowd: …2!

Crowd: …1!

(**BUZZ!!**)

(Finally, Michael relents on punishing Daryl in the corner, and gets ready to turn his attention towards the next entrant. Michael stands his ground in the center as the light shines on various pods until stopping at one…)

Rich Russillo: Guys… METHUSELAH has been released from his pod!

James Peters: Oh my God, this has combustible written all over it! Methuselah! Michael Machina! I’m ready!

Persephone: Hell, I am too.

James Peters: If there is one man Machina wants to get his hands on other than Jake, it’s him. Methuselah has made a very big enemy out of Machina- hey, what’s Michael doing?

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL JUST GRABBED DARYL KINKADE, AND SENT HIM OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE! NOW, HE HAS HOLD OF SMITH, AND LIFTS HIM UP IN A MILITARY PRESS POSITION!

James Peters: AND LAUNCHES HIM TO THE OUTSIDE AS WELL! JAKE HIT HARD, BUT MACHINA HAS CLEARED THE RING, WANTING IT TO BE JUST HIM AND METHUSELAH!

(Methuselah stands on the outside, a confident grin on his face, especially as he raises up the electric cattle prod, which shoots fire out the tips as opposed to electrodes.)

Rich Russillo: Well, if that was Methuselah’s attempt at striking fear into Machina, I don’t think it worked. Michael is standing his ground! UNARMED!

Michael Machina: (off-mic) What are you waiting for?! Let’s go!

Persephone: This guy has lost his mind.

James Peters: Michael Machina is daring Methuselah to get in the ring, and the Chairman obliges. Both men circle around now- AND METHUSELAH TAKES A JAB WITH THAT CATTLE PROD!

Rich Russillo: BUT MICHAEL MACHINA EVADES IT! METHUSELAH TRIES AGAIN- BUT MICHAEL AVOIDS IT ONCE MORE, AND STARTS TRYING TO WRESTLE IT OUT METHUSELAH’S HAND!

James Peters: MACHINA IS STRUGGLING TO PRY THOSE FINGERS OPEN, AND BLASTS METHUSELAH WITH A BACK ELBOW!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH STAGGERS BACK, AND MACHINA HAS SUCCESSFULLY RETRIEVED THAT CATTLE PROD FROM OUT HIS HAND! NOW, TURNS AROUND-

James Peters: SPEAR!!

Rich Russillo: NO!!

(Methuselah skids to a seated position on the canvas, having had to halt his momentum fast as Michael Machina held out that cattle prod, and Methuselah almost ran head first into it.)

(Methuselah scoots back into the corner, trying to create space as Michael Machina inches closer and closer with that cattle prod in hand…)

James Peters: Michsel Machina is inching closer… cruel intentions in his mind with that cattle prod…

Rich Russillo: Methuselah is trapped… he’s scooted all the way back in that corner!

James Peters: BUT THE CHAIRMAN HAS AN EXTRA SLIP UP HIS SLEEVE, PULLING MICHAEL MACHINA FACE FIRST INTO THE TOP FIRST INTO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: AND THE CATTLE PROD GOES FLYING TO THE OUTSIDE!

James Peters: METHUSELAH CAN RETRIEVE IT, BUT DOES HE HAVE THE TIME TO WASTE?!

Rich Russillo; THE CHAIRMAN MAKES A SPLIT SECOND DECISION, AND SCRAMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET, MARCHING TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER, SO HE CAN LINE MACHINA UP FOR A HELLUVA KICK! IF HE CONNECTS WITH THAT RAPTURE, MACHINA MIGHT BE ONE STEP CLOSER TO LIGHTS OUT!

James Peters: METHUSELAH CHARGES IN!

Rich Russillo: BUT GETS INTERCEPTED BY A BULLET FROM HELL!! :damn:

Persephone: :roman:

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA CAUGHT METHUSELAH WITH THAT BULLET FROM HELL! BUT HE ISN’T GOING FOR THE COVER!

Rich Russillo: NO, MICHAEL KNOWS THAT’LL ONLY STUN THE CHAIRMAN, AND BACKS INTO THE CORNER, LINING HIM UP FOR ANOTHER!

James Peters: METHUSELAH IS CLUTCHING AT HIS RIBS RIGHT NOW, AND LIKELY HAS NO IDEA WHAT’S BEHIND HIM!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH SLOWLY RETURNS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND MACHINA CHARGES IN!

James Peters: BULLET FROM- BLOCKED! METHUSELAH BLOCKED IT WITH A PENALTY KICK TO THE FACE! JOLTING MACHINA UPRIGHT!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA SWINGS WILDLY WITH A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT, SHRUGGING OFF THAT BOOT, BUT METHUSELAH DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND BOTH COMPETITORS GO RUNNING OFF OPPOSITE SETS OF ROPES!

James Peters: BULLET FROM HELL!!

Rich Russillo: BUT METHUSELAH WAS THINKING THE SAME THING WITH A SPEAR!

James Peters: BOTH MEN COLLIDE WITH ONE ANOTHER, AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

Rich Russillo: THAT’S RIGHT! MACHINA IS DOWN! METHUSELAH IS DOWN! WHO WILL GET BACK TO THEIR FEET FIRST?!

Persephone: Oh, BROTHER!

James Peters: …Jake Smith has re-entered the ring.

(Jake looks around, seeing both Michael Machina down, and Methuselah down at the same time, knowing their easy pickings.)

Jake Smith: (off-mic) :mjlit:

Persephone: I really hate this guy.

Rich Russillo: Jake is watching as Michael Machina crawls toward the ropes, pulling himself back up slowly. Machina has no idea what’s behind him until he turns around… STARMAKER!

James Peters: JAKE CAUGHT MACHINA WITH THE JUMPING CUTTER, AND MICHAEL APPEARS TO BE DOWN AND OUT!

Rich Russillo: NOW, JAKE TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO METHUSELAH, WHO REMAINS SPRAWLED ON THAT CANVAS FOLLOWING THE HEAD ON COLLISION!

James Peters: JAKE GRABS METHUSELAH BY THE HAIR, AND SITS HIM UP OFF THE CANVAS! JAKE GOES TO RUN OFF THE ROPES, ATTEMPTING TO CONNECT WITH THAT SHINING WIZARD TO THE BACK OF METHUSELAH’S SKULL!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL KINKADE FLIES IN OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A SPRINGBOARD FOREARM!

James Peters: DARYL HAS TEMPORARILY NEUTRALIZED JAKE SMITH, AND SETS HIS SIGHTS ON METHUSELAH, PULLING THE CHAIRMAN BACK TO HIS FEET FOR A PUMPHANDLE PILEDRIVER!

Rich Russillo: DARYL PUMPHANDLES METHUSELAH ONTO HIS SHOULDER, BUT METHUSELAH SLIPS OUT THE BACK, COUNTERING BY PLACING DARYL KINKADE IN POSITION FOR A REVERSE DDT!

James Peters: BUT JAKE SMITH TRIES TO RE-ENTER THE FRAY- AND GETS SHUT DOWN BY METHUSELAH WHO CATCHES HIM!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH CAUGHT SMITH AS HE CAME CHARGING IN, AND PLANTS HIM ONTO DARYL WITH A URANAGE SLAM, REVERSE DDT COMBO! SCORING A TWO FOR ONE!

James Peters: METHUSELAH PULLS DARYL BACK TO HIS FEET, AND HOOKS HIM UP FOR A FUTURE SHOCK DDT! METHUSELAH’S GOING TO SPIKE HIM WITH THE MK DRIVER!!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL DRIVES METHUSELAH BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER, BREAKING THE MOVE!

James Peters: AND DARYL LIFTS HIM TO THE TOP ROPE BEFORE CLIMBING UP TO THERE HIMSELF! DARYL WITH AN AVALANCHE HURRICANRANA!!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH ROLLS DARYL THROUGH FOR A SUNSET FLIP! LOOKING TO PULL A FAST ONE!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

James Peters: DARYL MANAGES TO KICK OUT! AND BOTH MEN RUSH BACK TO THEIR FEET! DARYL SWINGS WILDLY WITH A CLOTHESLINE- BUT METHUSELAH DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT, AND LANDS A KICK TO THE GUT! DARYL DOUBLES OVER, AND GETS HOOKED UP FOR THAT HELLFIRE IMPLANT DDT!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL COUNTERS WITH A SCHOOL BOY!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TW-

James Peters: METHUSELAH KICKS OUT, AND MOVES TO A PRONE POSITION ON THE CANVAS, BUT DARYL QUICKLY GRABS HOLD OF HIS ARM, AND LOCKS IN A BRIDGING FUJIWARA ARMBAR!

Rich Russillo: DARYL CALLS THAT CATCH 22, AND IS TRYING TO TEAR METHUSELAH’S SHOULDER OUT OF ITS SOCKET!

James Peters: BUT DARYL IS EXPOSED, AND JAKE SMITH TAKES FULL ADVANTAGE, SWINGING DOWN ONTO HIS ABDOMEN WITH THAT BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT!

Persephone: For once, Jake Smith does something good!

Rich Russillo: JAKE CAUGHT DARYL ACROSS THE MIDSECTION WITH THAT BRIDGING FUJIWARA APPLIED, AND BROKE THE HOLD IN THE PROCESS! BUT I DONT THINK JAKE CARES!

(Daryl writhes in pain with his stomach visibly cut up from the barbed wire.)

James Peters: I THINK JAKE HAD NO CONFIDENCE IN METHUSELAH ACTUALLY TAPPING OUT!

Rich Russillo: SPEAKING OF, JAKE PLACES THAT BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT ONTO METHUSELAH’S BACK, AND KEEPS HIS FOOT PRESSED DOWN ON IT, LETTING THAT BARBED WIRE RIP INTO THE CHAIRMAN’S SKIN AND FLESH!

James Peters: SCREAM BE HEARD, BUT JAKE SMITH IS SMILING WITH DELIGHT!

Rich Russillo: Finally, Jake relents, and notices Michael Machina beginning to stir. Jake grabs hold of that Bea Valentine cut out once more, and leans it up against the corner…

Jake Smith: (off-mic) Let’s go pay Phoebe a little visit.

James Peters: Jake grabs hold of Machina, and GOES TO PRESS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THAT BARBED WIRE CUTOUT!

Jake Smith: (off-mic) Cmon, don’t you want to give her a kiss?!

(Jake continues trying to press Machina face first into the barbed wire as hard as he can.)

Rich Russillo: JAKE WANTS MACHINA TO GIVE BEA A “SMOOCH!” BUT MACHINA BLOCKS IT, AND CONNECTS WITH A SHOT TO JAKE’S BODY! NOW, MACHINA TRIES TO PRESS JAKE FACE FIRST INTO THE BARBED WIRE!

James Peters: JAKE TRIES TO FIGHT IT OFF, BUUUUUUUT-

(Jake’s eyes grows wider with panic and fear as Michael Machina overpowers him, bringing Jake’s face closer to that barbed wire.)

James Peters: OOH! THERE IT IS!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA PUSHES JAKE FIRST INTO THAT BARBED WIRE ON THE CUTOUT, CAUSING SCREAMS OF AGONY FROM JAKE! THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT HOW HE THOUGHT THIS WOULD GO!

James Peters: BUT MACHINA SHOULD BE WEARY BECAUSE THE NEXT POD SHOULD BE EXPECTED TO OPEN VERY SOON!

Rich Russillo: RIGHT NOW, HE’S LOCKED IN ON INFLICTING AS MUCH DAMAGE HE CAN ON JAKE, CONTINUING TO PRESS HIS FACE INTO THAT BARBED WIRE! DIGGING INTO THE CHEEK, AND COMPLETE SIDE OF SMITH’S FACE!

James Peters: BUT THE COUNTDOWN HAS ALREADY BEGUN FOR THE NEXT ENTRANT! MICHAEL MACHINA NEEDS TO FOCUS!

Crowd: …5!

Crowd: …4!

Crowd: …3!

Crowd …2!

Crowd: …1!

(**BUZZ!!**)

(The light hovers over various pods, only Limmy and Xander Payne remaining… Limmy remains his usual self inside the chamber, that being cool, calm, and collected. But Xander Payne is chomping at the bit to get out with that modified baseball bat in hand, designed with nails, barbed wire, and spikes. Finally, the light stops on a specific pod…)

Rich Russillo: XANDER PAYNE HAS BEEN RELEASED FROM HIS POD!

James Peters: AND SIMILAR TO EARLIER, MICHAEL MACHINA IS THE ONLY MAN STANDING! BUT STANDS HIS GROUND INSIDE THE RING!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA IS DARING XANDER TO GET IN!

James Peters: AND- HEY, WHAT THE HELL?!

Rich Russillo: XANDER HAS MADE A BEELINE TOWARD LIMMY’S POD INSTEAD!

Persephone: Uh, moron! The ring is that way!

James Peters: I THINK HE KNOWS THAT, PERSEPHONE! BUT XANDER HAS BECOME SO OBSESSED WITH REVENGE, HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT THE OTHER COMPETITORS!

Rich Russillo: XANDER IS REPEATEDLY HITTING THAT POD GLASS WITH HIS BASEBALL BAT!

James Peters: XANDER IS DISREGARDING THE RULES ENTIRELY, ATTEMPTING TO GET HIS MAN REGARDLESS!

(Limmy goes down to a knee, dropping his weapon in the process, and puts his forearm up to shield himself from the pod glass, which caves in, almost bonking him on the head.)

Rich Russillo: AND XANDER HAS SUCCESSFULLY BROKEN INTO LIMMY’S POD! XANDER REACHES INSIDE WITH ONE HAND, PULLING LIMMY OUT BY THE HAIR!

James Peters: BUT LIMMY EXPLODES WITH A RIGHT HAND! RIGHT HAND AFTER RIGHT HAND! AND XANDER DROPS THE BAT AS A RESULT! NOW, LIMMY LOOKS TO CAPITALIZE, PICKING THE BAT UP!

Rich Russillo: XANDER IS LEANED UP AGAINST THE POD, AND LIMMY TAKES A SWING WITH THE BAT, GOING FOR THE HEAD!

James Peters: BUT XANDER PAYNE DUCKS UNDERNEATH!

Rich Russillo: Limmy almost left those poor kids without a father!

Persephone: And they’d be better off for it, honestly.

James Peters: WHILE XANDER DUCKED UNDERNEATH THAT BASEBALL BAT SHOT, LIMMY STILL HAS IT IN HAND,AND XANDER TURNS AROUND TO NOTICE!

Rich Russillo: BUT BLASTS LIMMY WITH A KICK TO THE GUT! LIMMY DROPS THE BAT TOO, AND XANDER PULLS HIM IN FOR A POWERBOMB ATTEMPT! LAST SEDATION!

James Peters: NO! LIMMY COUNTERS WITH A BACK BODY DROP ON THE FLOOR! XANDER SITS UP, FAVORING HIS BACK IN PAIN, AND LIMMY GOES TO PICK HIM BACK UP!

Rich Russillo: LIMMY HAS LIFTED XANDER TO HIS FEET- BUT LOOK OUT ABOVE!

James Peters: DARYL KINKADE FROM OUTTA NOWHERE, WIPING BOTH XANDER AND LIMMY OUT WITH A CANNONBALL SENTON OFF THE TOP OF THE POD!

Rich Russillo: WHEN DID HE HAVE TIME TO GET UP THERE??

James Peters: MUSTA BEEN WHEN WE WEREN’T LOOKING!

Persephone: No shit, Captain Obvious!

James Peters: :kyrie:

Rich Russillo: WELL, XANDER AND LIMMY HAVE BEEN WIPED OUT MOMENTARILY! BUT AS DARYL RETURNS TO HIS FEET, THE ACTION HASN’T SLOWED DOWN, BECAUSE BACK INSIDE THE RING-

James Peters: BACK INSIDE THE RING, THE ACTION HASN’T STOPPED EITHER! NO, BECAUSE MICHAEL MACHINA KEEPS PRESSING JAKE’S FACE INTO THE BARBED WIRE ON THAT CUTOUT, EVEN GRINDING JAKE’S FACE ACROSS IT!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA HAS ENOUGH PUNISHING THE CHAMPION, AND DIRECTS HIM TO THE CENTER OF THE RING! MACHINA HOISTS JAKE UP IN A GORILLA PRESS! SIMILAR TO EARLIER, BUT I THINK HE’S GOING FOR THAT SIGNATURE MANEUVER HE CALLS HEATS DESCENT!

James Peters: GORILLA PRESS SLAM- HALTED! JAKE STARTS GOUGING AT MACHINA’S EYE!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA’S STRUGGLING TO KEEP HIM SUSPENDED, AND JAKE SLIPS OUT BEHIND HIM, LANDING ON HIS FEET! BUT MACHINA TURNS AROUND AS JAKE BACKPEDALS INTO THE CORNER, AND CHARGES IN WITH THE BULLET FROM HELL!

James Peters: BUT JAKE SIDESTEPS AT THE LAST MINUTE, SENDING MACHINA SHOULDER FIRST INTO THE RINGPOST!

Persephone: :yikes:

Rich Russillo: BUT METHUSELAH IS BEGINNING TO STIR, AND JAKE TURNS HIS ATTENTION OVER AS MACHINA TUMBLES OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE!

James Peters: METHUSELAH RISES TO A KNEE, AND JAKE GOES FOR A SUPERKICK- BUT HE CATCHES IT!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH CAUGHT THE BOOT, AND JAKE IS ATTEMPTING TO BEG HIS WAY OUT OF THIS PREDICAMENT AS METHUSELAH RISES TO A VERTICAL BASE! A DEVIOUS GRIN FORMING ON HIS FACE!

James Peters: METHUSELAH THROWS JAKE’S BOOT DOWN, AND JAKE TRIES TO LUNGE AT METHUSELAH- WHO DROPS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! JAKE SCRAMBLES BACK TO HIS FEET, BUT GETS FLOORED WITH ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!

Rich Russillo: JAKE RUSHES BACK TO HIS FEET, AND METHUSELAH BOUNCES HIM OFF THE ROPES! HOWEVER, JAKE COUNTERS, TURNING THE IRISH WHIP AROUND, AND SENDING METHUSELAH TO THE ROPES INSTEAD!

James Peters: JAKE DUCKS DOWN, PERHAPS SIGNALING FOR A BACK BODY DROP- BUT METHUSELAH SHUTS THAT DOWN WITH A PENALTY KICK TO THE FACE!

Rich Russillo: JAKE JOLTS UPRIGHT, STANDING ON WOBBLY LEGS! BUT SHOOTS FOR A CLOTHESLINE OF HIS OWN- THOUGH, METHUSELAH TRAPS THE ARM! METHUSELAH TRAPS THE ARM, AND TURNS IT INTO A HELLFIRE IMPLANT DDT! JAKE GOT SPIKED, AND METHUSELAH ROLLS HIM OVER, HOOKING THE LEG

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHRRRRRR-

James Peters: JAKE GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Rich Russillo: AGAIN, YOU DON’T HAVE TO LIKE IT, BUT YOU HAVE TO RESPECT THE CHAMP STAYING IN THIS THING!

Persephone: I don’t gotta respect shit.

James Peters: Well, Methuselah sits up, thinking on what his next move will be to Jake…

Rich Russillo: BUT BACK ON THE OUTSIDE, DARYL KINKADE REGAINS HIS FOOTING AFTER THAT CANNONBALL SENTON FROM THE TOP, DIVING ONTO BOTH XANDER AND LIMMY!

James Peters: DARYL PULLS XANDER BACK UP, AND LEANS HIM UP AGAINST THE STEEL WALL! CONNECTING WITH A KNIFE EDGE CHOP ACROSS THE CHEST!

Rich Russillo: XANDER PUSHES PAST DARYL, TRYING TO CREATE SOME SPACE, BUT DARYL SPINS HIM BACK AROUND, AND NOW BOTH ENGAGE IN A HOCKEY FIGHT! XANDER THROWING RIGHTS, DARYL THROWING THEM AS WELL!

James Peters: BUT XANDER CATCHES HIM WITH A KNEE TO THE GUT, AND GOES TO SEND DARYL FACE FIRST INTO A POD! BUT DARYL COUNTERS, SENDING XANDER FACE FIRST INSTEAD!

Rich Russillo: RIGHT NOW, XANDER CAN BARELY STAND, AND SLOWLY TURNS AROUND, LEANING UP AGAINST THAT POD! DARYL CREATES SOME SPACE, AND RUSHES IN- BUT GETS LAUNCHED OVERHEAD OF XANDER WITH AN ALLEY OOP!

James Peters: ALLEY OOP SENDS DARYL FACE FIRST INTO THE POD! AND XANDER TURNS AROUND, NOTICING LIMMY PULL HIMSELF UP WITH ASSISTANCE FROM THE POD ADJACENT!

Rich Russillo: XANDER RUSHES IN!

**CRASH!!**

Persephone: Ha!

James Peters: WHOA! LIMMY MONAGHAN JUST SIDESTEPPED XANDER, AND XANDER GOES CRASHING THROUGH THE CHAMBER POD, TO THE OUTSIDE!

Rich Russillo: XANDER WAS SO BLINDED BY HIS HATE FOR LIMMY, HE’S WOUND UP MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE!

Persephone: What an idiot!

(Ringside referees swarm Xander, checking up on him as he lies motionless on the outside.)

James Peters: WILL PAYNE EVEN BE ABLE TO CONTINUE AFTER THAT?!

Rich Russillo: I DON’T KNOW, BUT I DO KNOW THAT BACK INSIDE THE RING, METHUSELAH IS LINING JAKE UP FOR A SPEAR! STALKING HIS PREY FROM THE CORNER!

James Peters: JAKE RETURNS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND METHUSELAH RUNS WITH A FULL HEAD OF STEAM! BUT JAKE CONNECTS WITH A SUPERKICK! METHUSELAH RAN RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK, BUT REMAINS STANDING!

Rich Russillo: JAKE JUMPS UP FOR THE STARMAKER! BUT MID CUTTER ON METHUSELAH, GETS HIS LEGS CAUGHT IN POSITION FOR A POWERBOMB BY THE RETURNING MICHAEL MACHINA!

James Peters: METHUSELAH POPS JAKE UP IN PLACE FOR THE POWERBOMB, AND SMITH FLAILS HIS ARMS AROUND, PANICKING AS HE KNOWS WHAT COMES NEXT! …50 CAL POWERBOMB!!

Rich Russillo: NO! METHUSELAH CATCHES MICHAEL MACHINA WITH A SPEAR INSTEAD! MACHINA WAS DEFENSELESS WITH JAKE UP ON HIS SHOULDERS!

James Peters: AND MACHINA GOES DOWN, DROPPING JAKE IN THE PROCESS!

Rich Russillo: JAKE LANDED ATOP MACHINA’S CHEST, AND QUICKLY RUNS OFF THE ROPES AS METHUSELAH RISES TO A KNEE- SHINING WIZARD! RUNNING GOD COMPLEX TO THE FACE OF METHUSELAH!

James Peters: MACHINA IS DOWN! METHUSELAH IS DOWN! JAKE IS FEELING GOOD ABOUT HIMSELF, BUT CAN’T LOSE FOCUS AS LIMMY SPRINGBOARDS HIMSELF INSIDE THE RING AT JAKE!

Rich Russillo: BUT JAKE DUCKS UNDERNEATH WHATEVER HE HAD PLANNED, AND LIMMY ROLLS THROUGH TO HIS FEET!

James Peters: STARMAK- NO! LIMMY AVOIDS IT WITH A SCHOOL BOY, BUT DOES NOT HOLD THE COVER, AND ROLLS JAKE THROUGH FOR AN OUTER HEAVEN! HOOKING BOTH ARMS FOR THE PEDIGREE!

Rich Russillo: IT CONNECTS! JAKE GOT PLANTED! BUT DON’T TURN AROUND, LIMMY! BECAUSE DARYL KINKADE IS WAITING RIGHT THERE FOR YOU!

James Peters: LIMMY TURNS AROUND, AND EATS A KICK TO THE GUT! DARYL GOES FOR THE CROSS LEGGED FISHERMAN BUSTER THAT HE CALLS A BEAUTIFUL LIE!

Rich Russillo: BUT LIMMY FLOATS OVER THE MOVE, LANDING ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM, AND SHOVES DARYL TOWARD THE ROPES!

James Peters: BUT DARYL REBOUNDS BACK WITH A HANDSPRING ROUNDHOUSE KICK, AND BOTH COMPETITORS GO DOWN! DARYL IS DOWN, LIMMY IS DOWN, METHUSELAH IS DOWN, MACHINA IS DOWN!

Rich Russillo: AND DON’T FORGET ON THE OUTSIDE, XANDER IS DOWN! XANDER WENT THROUGH THAT CHAMBER POD!

Persephone: Don’t remind me! That was hilarious!

James Peters: WELL, WHO WILL BE THE FIRST COMPETITOR BACK TO THEIR FEET?!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH! METHUSELAH IS THE FIRST TO STIR, AND RETURNS TO A VERTICAL BASE WITH ASSISTANCE FROM THE ROPES! METHUSELAH STAGGERS OVER TO SMITH, WANTING TO GET HIS HANDS ON THE CHAMPION AFTER THAT GOD COMPLEX CONNECTED!

James Peters: JAKE GETS LIFTED BACK TO HIS FEET BY METHUSELAH- BUT JAKE EXPLODES WITH A SUPERKICK! WAIT, HE SAW THAT METHUSELAH WAS PREPARING TO BLOCK IT, AND SUPER KICKED HIM IN THE KNEE INSTEAD!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH GOES DOWN TO A KNEEL, AND JAKE HOPS TO THE MIDDLE ROPE, LINING THE CHAIRMAN UP FOR THE PANAMA SUNRISE MANEUVER! JAKE GOES TO LEAP OFF FOR HELL ABOVE-

James Peters: BUT DARYL! DARYL COMES FROM OUTTA NOWHERE, AND SENDS METHUSELAH HEAD FIRST INTO JAKE’S GROIN! THE CHAMPION’S EYES LOOK READY TO BULGE OUT HIS HEAD AS HE SITS DOWN ON THAT TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: MEANWHILE, DARYL SENDS METHUSELAH OUT THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND SETS HIS SIGHTS BACK ON JAKE! IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER, DARYL SPOTS THAT EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE, WHICH MACHINA ACCIDENTALLY UNDID EARLIER, HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE TO AVOID A POWERBOMB FROM DARYL!

James Peters: WELL, DARYL HOISTS JAKE ONTO HIS SHOULDER IN POSITION FOR A SNAKE EYES, AND GOES TO BUILD MOMENTUM TOWARDS THAT CORNER! BUT LIMMY PULLS JAKE OFF DARYL’S SHOULDER, AND KINKADE TURNS AROUND, DUCKING UNDERNEATH A CLOTHESLINE ATTEMPT BY LIMMY!

Rich Russillo: DARYL KEEPS HIS MOMENTUM GOING, BOUNCING OFF THE ROPES- BUT GETS POPPED IN THE AIR BY LIMMY FOR A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! HE CALLS THAT THE EXCALIBUR, AND DARYL COULD BE EASY PICKINGS IF LIMMY CHOOSES TO PURSUE!

James Peters: BUT NO, LIMMY SPOTS JAKE RISING TO A KNEE WITH ASSISTANCE FROM THE MIDDLE ROPE, AND THE IDEA CLICKS IN PLACE! LIMMY RUNS OFF THE OPPOSITE SET OF ROPES, AND DRILLS INTO JAKE WITH A V-TRIGGER!!

Rich Russillo: DIABLE JAMBLE CONNECTS TO THE SIDE OF SMITH’S SKULL, AND JAKE JUST MELTS DOWN TO THE CANVAS! LIMMY MAY HAVE KNOCKED HIM CLEAN OUT!

James Peters: BUT DOESNT GO FOR THE COVER ON JAKE, AND INSTEAD, MOVES TO THE NEARBY CORNER AS HE SPOTS DARYL KINKADE RETURNING TO HIS FEET! WHAT COULD LIMMY POSSIBLY HAVE PLANNED?!

Rich Russillo: OOH! SHOTGUN DROPKICK BY MONAGHAN! LIMMY SENT DARYL BACK FIRST INTO THAT CORNER WITH A SHOTGUN DROPKICK, AND CLIMBS TO THE TOP ROPE! LIMMY IS PERCHED UP THERE FOR THE…

James Peters: GENKI CANNON!!

Persephone: He missed!

Rich Russillo: DARYL ROLLED OUT THE WAY, BUT LIMMY JUMPED RIGHT INTO A KICK TO THE GUT BY A RECOVERED METHUSELAH! METHUSELAH HOISTS LIMMY UP, AND SPIKES HIM WITH A METH KNELL! BRAINBUSTER DDT!! AND METHUSELAH HOOKS THE LEG!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHRRRRRRRR-

James Peters: AND LIMMY KICKS OUT! STILL NO ELIMINATIONS IN THE MATCH THUS FAR! BUT METHUSELAH GRABS HOLD OF LIMMY, AND DRAGS HIM INTO THE CORNER, SEATING HIM THERE! METHUSELAH GOES TO RUN OFF THE ROPES FOR POSSIBLY A FACEWASH-

Rich Russillo: BUT JAKE SMITH WHACKS METHUSELAH ACROSS THE FACE WITH THAT BARBED WIRE CRICKET BAT INTRODUCED BY DARYL! METHUSELAH SPINS AROUND, STRUGGLING TO STAND, BUT POSSIBLY RUNNING OFF PURE INSTINCT!

James Peters: JAKE LEAPS UP, AND LANDS A BACKSTABBER ON METHUSELAH! JAKE CRAWLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Rich Russillo: KICKOUT!

James Peters: METHUSELAH MANAGED TO KICKOUT, AND JAKE IS ANGRY! HE IS IRATE! NOW, DEMANDING FOR METHUSELAH TO GET BACK UP!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL KINKADE SHOOTS OUT THE CORNER, AND TILT-A-WHIRLS AROUND JAKE FOR A CROSSFACE! CROSSFACE SUBMISSION HOLD IS APPLIED! WE SAW THIS EARLIER ON MACHINA, BUT WILL JAKE POSSESS THAT SAME WILLPOWER, OR IS HE GONNA TAP OUT??

James Peters: LIMMY GOES TO INTERJECT HIMSELF, BUT METHUSELAH LUNGES FROM OUTTA NOWHERE, AND WRESTLES LIMMY DOWN TO THE GROUND FOR A INFINITI LOCK! METHUSELAH APPLIES THAT OMOPLATA SHOULDER LOCK!

Rich Russillo: THIS IS BAD! THIS IS BAD FOR BOTH LIMMY AND JAKE!

Persephone: Screw Limmy! TAP OUT, JAKE! TAP OUT!

James Peters: LIMMY’S SHOULDER MIGHT EXIT ITS SOCKET SOON! MEANWHILE, DARYL WRENCHES FURTHER BACK ON THAT CROSSFACE! TRYING TO FORCE A TAPOUT!

Rich Russillo: BUT BOTH LIMMY AND JAKE ARE ABLE TO ROLL METHUSELAH AND DARYL ONTO THEIR SHOULDERS FOR A MAKESHIFT COVER!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-

James Peters: KICKOUT! EVERY COMPETITOR SCRAMBLES BACK TO THEIR FEET! BOTH JAKE AND LIMMY STAGGER BACK AGAINST OPPOSITE SETS OF ROPES! METHUSELAH COMES CHARGING AT LIMMY, AND DARYL COMES CHARGING AT JAKE-

Rich Russillo: BUT BOTH GET SENT UP AND OVER THEIR SHOULDERS! DARYL WOUND UP LANDING ON MACHINA WITH A INCIDENTAL CROSSBODY RIGHT AS MACHINA WAS GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET!

James Peters: THAT LEAVES ONLY JAKE AND LIMMY LEFT INSIDE THE RING!

Rich Russillo: WAIT, LIMMY TURNS HIS ATTENTION OVER- AND GETS BLASTED WITH A STEEL CHAIR!

James Peters: XANDER HAS RE-ENTERED THROUGH THE BROKEN POD, AND DID NOT COME ALONE, CHUCKING A STEEL CHAIR INTO LIMMY’S FACE!

Persephone: It’s like the opposite of Iron Survivor! He actually got up this time!

Rich Russillo: XANDER CHUCKED THAT STEEL CHAIR INTO LIMMY’S FACE, AND NOW, ENTERS THE RING, LOOKING TO GO TO WORK! XANDER MOUNTS LIMMY, UNLEASHING A FLURRY OF PUNCHES!

James Peters: BUT JAKE PULLS XANDER OFF, WANTING TO GET A PIECE HIMSELF! SMITH MOUNTS LIMMY, UNLOADING WITH RIGHT HANDS AS WELL!

Rich Russillo: XANDER DOESN’T APPEAR HAPPY WITH THAT, AND PULLS JAKE OFF! NOW, BOTH COMPETITORS FIND THEMSELVES STARING EACH OTHER DOWN! BUT JAKE MAKES THE FIRST MOVE, SHOVING XANDER BACK!

James Peters: JAKE GOES TO CONTINUE HIS ONSLAUGHT ON LIMMY, BUT XANDER GRABS HIM BY THE ARM, AND SHORT-ARMS JAKE INTO A POP-UP POWERBOMB! LAST SEDATION ON JAKE, WHO HE SLAMMED ONTO LIMMY’S RIBS!

Rich Russillo: XANDER COULD GO FOR THE COVER RIGHT NOW ON JAKE, BUT DOESNT SEEM TOO INTERESTED IN THAT, DIRECTING HIS ATTENTION SOLELY OVER TO MONAGHAN!

James Peters: XANDER PULLS LIMMY UP, AND SENDS HIM INTO THE ROPES FOR A LAST SEDATION!! BUT LIMMY LEAPS OVERHEAD OF XANDER, LANDING ON HIS FEET BEHIND HIM! XANDER RUSHES TOWARD THE ROPES, AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE MIDDLE FOR A STUNNER!

Rich Russillo: BUT HE’S INTERCEPTED OUTTA MID AIR WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! DIABLE JAMBE!!

James Peters: LIMMY PULLS XANDER BACK TO HIS FEET, AND SETS HIM UP FOR THE OUTER HEAVEN! GOING TO HOOK BOTH ARMS- BUT XANDER TWIRLS OUT OF IT, AND BLASTS LIMMY WITH A STEP-UP ENZIGURI!

Persephone: I’m surprised the lard ass can even do that.

Rich Russillo: LIMMY GOES DOWN TO A KNEE, AND XANDER GRABS HIM BY THE WRIST, PULLING LIMMY UP FOR THE SAITO SUPLEX! LIMMY GOT DUMPED HIGH ON HIS NECK AND SHOULDERS!

James Peters: XANDER RUSHES TO A KNEE, GOING TO MAKE A COVER ON LIMMY- BUT MACHINA COMES FROM OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A RUNNING BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF XANDER’S FACE! THOSE THUMBTACKS ON THE SOLES NO DOUBT HAVING LEFT A MARK!

Rich Russillo: XANDER ROLLS TO THE OUTSIDE WITH BOTH JAKE AND METHUSELAH! ALL THREE MEN ARE RISING TO THEIR FEET ON THE OUTSIDE!

James Peters: AND MACHINA RETRIEVES LIMMY, HOISTING HIM UP IN A POWERBOMB POSITION, AND LAUNCHING HIM TO THE OUTSIDE ONTO EVERYBODY ELSE! LIMMY BEING USED TO WIPE OUT EACH XANDER, JAKE, AND METHUSELAH!

Rich Russillo: EVERYBODY ELSE, EXCEPT ONE MAN! THAT BEING DARYL KINKADE, WHO JUMPS MICHAEL MACHINA FROM BEHIND! DARYL IS UNLOADING WITH CLUBBING BLOWS, BOMBARDING MACHINA, AND BOUNCES HIM OFF THE ROPES!

James Peters: BUT MACHINA TWISTS THE ARM OF DARYL, AND SHORT ARMS HIM INTO A BRAINBUSTER! SKULLPIERCER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, AND MACHINA MAKES THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHRRRRRRRR-

Rich Russillo: SHOULDER UP! DARYL KINKADE GETS THE SHOULDER UP, AND ROLLS ONTO HIS BELLY! BUT HE ISN’T SAFE THERE EITHER AS MICHAEL MACHINA GOES TO STRAP HIM INTO THE CAMEL CLUTCH! HE CALLS IT CALLISTO CLUTCH-

James Peters: BUT DARYL KINKADE SLITHERS THROUGH THE LEGS OF MACHINA, SLIPPING BEHIND HIM, AND MACHINA TURNS AROUND INTO A KICK TO THE GUT!! DARYL GRABS MICHAEL IN A FRONT FACELOCK, BUT ON THE OUTSIDE, JAKE USES THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF BACK UP!

Rich Russillo: AND GETS SENT RIGHT BACK DOWN AS DARYL KICKS OFF HIS FACE IN PLACE OF THE TOP ROPE FOR A TORNADO DDT ON MACHINA!

James Peters: DARYL MAKES IT TO ALL FOURS, AND TRIED TO COVER MACHINA- BUT THE BIG MAN WISELY ROLLS AWAY TO CREATE A BIT OF SPACE! BUT DARYL RISES TO BOTH KNEES, AND- GOD COMPLEX!

Rich Russillo: JAKE TRIED TO COME FROM BEHIND WITH A GOD COMPLEX AS PAYBACK, BUT DARYL DUCKED UNDERNEATH! AND KINKADE LUNGES AT JAKE, ROLLING HIM ONTO HIS BELLY FOR A CROSSFACE! “SHUT UP, BRUV!” GOING TO BE APPLIED A THIRD TIME IN THIS MATCH!

James Peters: BUT JAKE HAD IT SCOUTED FROM EARLIER, AND QUICKLY ROLLS DARYL ONTO HIS BACK! JAKE RUSHES BACK TO HIS FEET, GOING TO LOCK IN A FIGURE FOUR- BUT DARYL USES HIS FREE LEG TO KICK JAKE FACE FIRST INTO THAT EXPOSED TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Rich Russillo: WAIT! JAKE STOPPED HIMSELF JUST IN TIME, AND TURNS AROUND IN THE CORNER AS DARYL COMES RUSHING IN- BUT JAKE SENDS HIM UP AND OVER HIS SHOULDER! DARYL GOES TO SPRINGBOARD OFF THE TOP ROPE, BUT JAKE SUPERKICKS HIM IN THE ANKLE!

James Peters: AND DARYL GETS CROTCHED ON THE TOP ROPE BEFORE TUMBLING OFF!

Rich Russillo: JAKE HOPS TO THE MIDDLE, AND DIVES OFF FOR THE PANAMA SUNRISE! BUT DARYL COUNTERS WITH A BACK BODY DROP, SITTING ON JAKE’S CHEST, AND HOOKING BOTH LEGS BEHIND HIM!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

James Peters: DIVINE DEPARTURE!!

Rich Russillo: LIMMY CHARGES IN WITH A DIVINE DEPARTURE ON DARYL! THAT SWINGING BACK ELBOW HAD ENOUGH FORCE AND MOMENTUM BEHIND IT TO ROLL DARYL THROUGH TO HIS FEET! AND LIMMY PULLS HIM IN FOR AN OUTER HEAVEN!

(**CRACK!!**)

James Peters: XANDER!

Rich Russillo: XANDER INTERJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE MATCH, USING LIMMY’S OWN WEAPON AGAINST HIM! XANDER CRACKED LIMMY ACROSS THE BACK WITH THAT PURE CHAMPIONSHIP! THOSE THUMBTACKS SCRATCHING HIS BACK!

James Peters: LIMMY RELEASES THE PEDIGREE, DROPPING TO HIS KNEES INSTEAD, AND XANDER ENTERS THE RING! PLACING THE CHAMPIONSHIP DOWN! XANDER PULLS LIMMY IN FOR A POWERBOMB ON THAT PURE CHAMPIONSHIP-

Rich Russillo: BUT LIMMY SLIPS OUT THE FRONT, PLACING XANDER IN POSITION FOR A PEDIGREE! BOTH ARMS ARE HOOKED… OUTER HEAVEN! OUTER HEAVEN ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP! XANDER WENT FACE FIRST INTO THOSE THUMBTACKS!

Persephone: OH MY GOD… THAT POOR CHAMPIONSHIP!

Rich Russillo: :cmon:

James Peters: XANDER IS OUT, AND LIMMY ROLLS HIM OVER FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE!!

Bella Braxton: XANDER PAYNE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(Xander slowly rolls out underneath the bottom rope, and lies there, barely conscious as the chamber door begins opening for him to exit.)

Persephone: This match just became 400 pounds lighter!

(Limmy makes it to a knee, and watches as Xander Payne is helped to sit up on the steps by officials, who walk Xander to the back with assistance.)

Rich Russillo: Limmy rises back to his feet as Methuselah and Daryl Kinkade pull themselves up in separate corners. LIMMY CHARGES IN WITH A RUNNING FOREARM ON METHUSELAH!

James Peters: THEN KEEPS THE MOMENTUM ROLLING, DASHING TOWARDS DARYL IN THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH A FOREARM- BUT DARYL DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND BARRELS TO THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH A RUNNING FOREARM ON METHUSELAH AS WELL!

Rich Russillo: DARYL TURNS AROUND- BUT GETS CAUGHT WITH ANOTHER SHOTGUN DROPKICK BY LIMMY! THIS TIME, BEING SENT BACK FIRST INTO METHUSELAH IN THE CORNER! DARYL COLLAPSES DOWN TO THE CANVAS, AND METHUSELAH COMES STUMBLING OUT OF THE CORNER!

James Peters: METHUSELAH SWIPES AT LIMMY WITH A RIGHT HOOK- BUT LIMMY DUCKS UNDERNEATH, AND SPIKES METHUSELAH WITH A REVERSE RANA!

Rich Russillo: LIMMY TRIES RETURNING TO HIS FEET- BUT JAKE GOES TO PICK HIM UP HIMSELF! BUT FROM BEHIND, DARYL GRABS JAKE IN A REAR WAISTLOCK, AND LIMMY BLASTS THE WORLD CHAMPION WITH A CLOTHESLINE AS DARYL CONNECTS WITH A BRIDGING GERMAN!

James Peters: BIT OF TEAMWORK FROM BOTH MEN THERE, AND DARYL MIGHT HAVE JAKE BEAT HERE!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHH-

James Peters: JAKE KICKS OUT, BUT LIMMY IMMEDIATELY CRUSHES JAKE WITH A JUMPING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! KNOCKING THE WIND OUT OF HIS SYSTEM!

Rich Russillo: DARYL CLUTCHES AT HIS ABDOMEN, PULLING HIMSELF UP IN A CORNER! LIMMY PULLS HIMSELF UP IN A CORNER AS WELL! LOOK AROUND! EACH COMPETITOR WAS THINKING THE SAME IDEA! METHUSELAH, JAKE, LIMMY, AND DARYL HAVE ALL USED THE CORNER FOR ASSISTANCE IN GETTING BACK TO THEIR FEET!

James Peters: BUT WHO IS GONNA CAPITALIZE FIRST?!

Rich Russillo: NEITHER OF EACH MAN AS MICHAEL MACHINA ENTERS THE RING, AND RUSHES JAKE WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE IN THE CORNER! MACHINA ISN’T DONE, AND BLASTS LIMMY WITH A RUNNING CLOTHESLINE IN THE CORNER AS WELL!

James Peters: MACHINA HAS BEEN IN THIS MATCH FOR A WHILE, AND IS STILL KEEPING THAT SAME SPEED! CHARGING AT METHUSELAH IN THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE NOW! AND GOES TO FINISH IT OFF AT DARYL!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL GETS THE BOOT UP, STAGGERING MACHINA SLIGHTLY, BUT MAKING HIM ANGRIER IN THE PROCESS!

James Peters: DARYL SHOOTS OUT THE CORNER WITH A CLOTHESLINE, BUT NO EFFECT! THE CLOTHESLINE HAD NO EFFECT ON MACHINA, WHO IS SEEMINGLY GETTING A SECOND WIND!

Rich Russillo: DARYL CAN’T BELIEVE IT, AND MACHINA IS TELLING HIM HE CAN HIT HARDER THAN THAT! BUT FROM BEHIND, METHUSELAH CHARGES INTO MICHAEL WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD! BUT AGAIN, THAT HAD NO EFFECT!

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA HAS MANAGED TO SHRUG OFF YET ANOTHER BLOW! MICHAEL TURNS TO METHUSELAH, BUT GETS DISTRACTED AS JAKE COMES RUSHING IN WITH A BICYCLE KICK TO THE SIDE OF HIS FACE!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA STAGGERED A BIT THERE, BUT STILL SEEMS TO FEEDING OFF THESE ATTACKS! AND LIMMY SHOOTS OUT THE CORNER WITH A DIABLE JAMBE! BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE DROPS MACHINA TO ALL FOURS!

James Peters: MICHAEL CRAWLS TO THE CORNER, AND JAKE SMITH WASTES NO TIME TURNING HIS ATTENTION ELSEWHERE WITH THE BIG MAN FINALLY NEUTRALIZED FOR THE TIME BEING! JAKE WITH A FOREARM TO METHUSELAH!

Rich Russillo: THEN A FOREARM TO LIMMY! BOTH MEN ARE STUNNED, AND JAKE RUNS OFF THE ROPES, BUT EATS A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM BOTH MONAGHAN AND METHUSELAH!

James Peters: LIMMY SPINS AROUND, AND GETS CAUGHT WITH A KICK TO THE GUT FROM DARYL! DARYL THEN JOLTS LIMMY UPRIGHT WITH A PENALTY KICK, AND CHARGES UP FOR HIS FINAL BLOW-

Rich Russillo: BUT THE COMBO IS INTERRUPTED BY A BIG BOOT FROM METHUSELAH TO THE SIDE OF DARYL’S FACE! DARYL STAGGERS TOWARD THE ROPES, AND SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE MIDDLE WITH A DOUBLE MOONSAULT ONTO BOTH MEN! WIPING OUT METHUSELAH AND LIMMY!

James Peters: DARYL IS FIRED UP- BUT MICHAEL MACHINA IS BACK UP, AND RUSHES TOWARD THE KINK OF ELITE!

Rich Russillo: DARYL GOES FOR A SHOOT KICK TO THE CHEST, BUT MICHAEL SIMPLY RUNS RIGHT PAST IT, BUILDING MOMENTUM FOR A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL! MICHAEL MACHINA TURNS DARYL INSIDE OUT WITH A MONEY SHOT!

Persephone: Seriously, he needs a new name for that move!

James Peters: MICHAEL POWERS BACK TO HIS FEET, AND WATCHES AS DARYL KINKADE STARTS TO COME TO, RISING TO ALL FOURS AFTER THAT CLOTHESLINE! BUT MICHAEL DEADLIFTS HIM UP, AND LAUNCHES DARYL HALFWAY ACROSS THE RING WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

Rich Russillo: JAKE USES THE ROPES TO PULL HIMSELF BACK TO HIS FEET, UNBEKNOWNST TO WHAT’S BEHIND HIM, THAT BEING MICHAEL MACHINA!

James Peters: MICHAEL PULLS JAKE IN BY THE BAND OF HIS TRUNKS, AND HOOKS HIM UP FOR THE BACK SUPLEX CUTTER!

Rich Russillo: NOW, MIKEY TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO METHUSELAH, WHO TRIES CRAWLING OUT UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE- BUT MICHAEL GRABS HOLD OF HIS ANKLE!

James Peters: WAIT! METHUSELAH TURNS AROUND, AND JABS MICHAEL IN THE HEART WITH THAT CATTLE PROD!

Rich Russillo: THAT CATTLE PROD IS SHOOTING OUT FIRE INTO THE SKIN OF MICHAEL MACHINA!!

James Peters: MICHAEL MACHINA STUMBLES BACK, AND METHUSELAH HAS A DEVILISH GRIN ON HIS FACE, KNOWING HIS PLAN JUST WORKED TO PERFECTION! HE HAS MICHAEL MACHINA RIGHT WHERE HE WANTS HIM!

Rich Russillo: METHUSELAH WATCHES MICHAEL MACHINA FAVOR THAT BURN ON HIS CHEST, AND HE TURNS AROUND INTO A SPEAR!!

Persephone: That’s it!

James Peters: NO! MICHAEL MACHINA HOPPED UP, PLACING METHUSELAH IN POSITION FOR THE POWERBOMB! MICHAEL MACHINA HOISTS HIM UP- BUT METHUSELAH STILL HAS THAT CATTLE PROD IN HAND! GOING TO BURN MICHAEL MACHINA AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: HE HAS THAT CATTLE PROD RAISED HIGH-

James Peters: BUT-

Rich Russillo: BUT HE’S TOO LATE, BECAUSE MICHAEL MACHINA ALREADY DROPS DOWN WITH THAT .50 CAL POWERBOMB!

James Peters: NO WAY! METHUSELAH HAS GONE LIMP, AND ALL MACHINA HAS TO DO IS MAKE THE COVER!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA IS CRAWLING, THAT BURN SPOT ON HIS CHEST IS SLOWING HIM DOWN, HOWEVER! THINK ABOUT THE VALUABLE TIME BEING WASTED!

James Peters: MACHINA SCOOTS INTO THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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Bella Braxton: METHUSELAH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(Methuselah rolls out the ring as Michael Machina returns to his feet, gesturing for Methuselah to get out.)

(Methuselah gets assistance from the referee after he sits up on the steps, but once coming to fully, decides to shove them away. Not wanting their help at all, and clearly upset after being pinned by Michael Machina.)

(Michael watches on with a smile on his face, and shakes his head-)

Rich Russillo: STARMAKER!

James Peters: STARMAKER ON MACHINA FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Rich Russillo: JAKE TURNED HIM AROUND WHILE HE WAS DISTRACTED, AND IS GOING TO CAPITALIZE! HOOKING THE LEG!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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James Peters: THR- NO! WAIT, WHAT?!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL MACHINA KICKS OUT!

Persephone: YES!

James Peters: JAKE CAN’T BELIEVE IT! MICHAEL MACHINA KICKED OUT!

Rich Russillo: JAKE TRIES TO MAKE SURE THAT WAS ONLY A TWO WITH THE REFEREE, BUT THE REF ASSURES HIM IT WAS!

James Peters: Jake pulls Machina up to a knee, and then SLAPS him across the face!

Jake Smith: (off-mic) Stay down!

(Frustration is clearly starting to show from Jake Smith, who has inadvertently managed to fire up Michael Machina once again.)

Rich Russillo: BUT MACHINA SLAPS JAKE RIGHT BACK! RETURNING THE DISRESPECT!

James Peters: JAKE ATTEMPTS TO MAKE MACHINA PAY FOR IT WITH A CLOTHESLINE- BUT MACHINA DUCKS UNDERNEATH IT, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES! RIPPING INTO JAKE WITH A BULLET FROM HELL!!

Rich Russillo: NEW CHAMPION GUARANTEED!

James Peters: DARYL! DARYL COMES FROM BEHIND WITH A SCHOOL BOY, ROLLING UP MACHINA!

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRR-

Rich Russillo: MACHINA KICKS OUT!

James Peters: BOTH COMPETITORS SCRAMBLE BACK TO THEIR FEET, AND DARYL GETS CAUGHT WITH A KICK TO THE GUT! MACHINA GOES TO LAND YET ANOTHER .50 CAL POWERBOMB!

Rich Russillo: BUT DARYL DROPS TO ALL FOURS, AND SLITHERS OUT BEHIND HIM THROUGH HIS LEGS! DARYL SHOVES MACHINA INTO LIMMY, WHO CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING DIVINE DEPARTURE!

James Peters: LIMMY STAGGERS BACK INTO DARYL, WHO SPINS HIM AROUND FOR THE CROSS LEGGED FISHERMAN BUSTER… AND IT CONNECTS! DARYL PLANTS LIMMY WITH A BEAUTIFUL LIE, AND GOES FOR THE COVER!

ONNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Rich Russillo: KICKOUT! LIMMY BARELY, JUST BARELY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

James Peters: DARYL CAN’T BELIEVE IT, AND POUNDS THE MAT IN ANGER- BUT QUICKLY REFOCUSES HIMSELF! DARYL KNOWS WHAT IT’LL TAKE, AND LIFTS LIMMY BACK TO HIS FEET!

(Daryl places Limmy between his legs in a powerbomb position, and signals that it’s over.)

Rich Russillo: DARYL BEGINS HOOKING LIMMY UP FOR THE STORMBREAKER! HE’S GOING FOR THE HIDEOUS TRUTH!

Crowd: :damn: !!

James Peters: IF HE HITS THIS, IT’S OVER! DARYL ONLY USES THAT MOVE FOR SPECIAL OCCASIONS LIKE THIS!

Rich Russillo; DARYL GETS LIMMY UP ONTO HIS SHOULDER, BUT LIMMY SLIPS OUT BEHIND HIM, AND LANDS A KICK TO THE GUT! LIMMY HOOKS BOTH ARMS FOR OUTER HEAVEN- BUT DARYL HAS A COUNTER TOO WITH A BACK BODY DROP!

James Peters: BUT LIMMY LANDS ON HIS FEET, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES BEHIND DARYL, WHO SPINS AROUND- DIVINE DEPARTURE! TURNING DARYL INSIDE OUT!

Rich Russillo: LIMMY CRAWLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE LEG!!

ONNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Bella Braxton: DARYL KINKADE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

(Limmy releases the cover on Daryl, who rolls to the outside as the chamber door opens. Daryl goes to leave-)

James Peters: HEY!

Rich Russillo: XANDER PAYNE WENT TO TAKE THE OPENING TO RE-ENTER THE MATCH WHILE THE DOOR WAS OPEN!

James Peters: LUCKILY, REFEREES ARE THERE TO STOP HIM, BUT HE’S DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET AT LIMMY! WHO DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE SWEATING XANDER, DARING HIM TO ENTER THE RING, THAT IS IF HE CAN!

(The crowd reaction starts to take a drastic turn, now heavy boos can be heard in the background.)

Persephone: BEHIND YOU, IDIOT! BEHIND YOU!

James Peters: DON’T LOOK NOW!

Rich Russillo: LIMMY TURNS AROUND- BUT EATS A STARMAKER!

James Peters: NO! NO!

Rich Russillo: JAKE SMITH HAS CAUGHT SOMEBODY YET AGAIN WITH THAT STARMAKER!

Persephone: GODDAMMIT! THIS FAT FUCK RUINS EVERYTHING!

James Peters: LIMMY WAS MOMENTARILY DISTRACTED BY XANDER FOR A SPLIT SECOND, AND PAID THE PRICE!

(Xander starts to put up a lot less fight now with the officials, a smile starting to form on his face as Jake slithers into the cover.)

James Peters: CMON! DON’T TELL ME THATS IT! NOT LIKE THIS!

Rich Russillo: JAKE ROLLS HIM OVER FOR A COVER!

James Peters: AND XANDER PAYNE MAY HAVE JUST ROYALLY SCREWED LIMMY OVER FROM BECOMING WORLD CHAMPION!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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THHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

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Bella Braxton: LIMMY MONAGHAN HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!

(Jake Smith forms a smug expression on his face after releasing the cover on Limmy, who rolls out the ring, and is helped out of the chamber by officials. Meanwhile, Xander Payne stops resisting completely, and gladly backs up the ramp, knowing his work here is done, and Limmy didn’t win the match.)

(But Limmy is filled with anger once realizing what transpired, and tries marching up the ramp to get at Xander, but the referees block his path, keeping the duo separated, despite them wanting to get a piece of each other.)

James Peters: AND THEN THERE WERE TWO!

Rich Russillo: ONCE AGAIN, THE WORLD CHAMPION MAY FIND A WAY! JAKE SMITH MAY BE ENDING 2024 WITH GOLD STILL IN HIS HANDS!

James Peters: …NOT IF MICHAEL MACHINA HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!

(Jake pulls himself up with assistance from the ropes, watching the ramp area with a smile as Xander and Limmy are ushered to the back. But in the background, a figure can be seen waiting…)

Rich Russillo: CROWD REACTION IS RISING, AND JAKE DOESN’T KNOW WHY! HE DOESN’T KNOW THAT MICHAEL MACHINA IS WAITING FOR HIM IN THE CORNER!

James Peters: DON’T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THE BALL, BECAUSE JAKE IS ABOUT TO GET A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!

Persephone: Turn around, you son of a bitch!

James Peters: …BULLET FROM HELL!!

Rich Russillo: STARMAKER!

James Peters: JAKE COUNTERED THE BULLET FROM HELL WITH A STARMAKER!

Rich Russillo. AND HE COULD GO FOR THE COVER RIGHT NOW, BUT HE…DECIDES AGAINST IT?!

Persephone: Is he stupid?

Rich Russillo: JAKE IS RETRIEVING… that Bea Valentine barbed wire cutout?

James Peters: :comeagain: What’s he doing?

Rich Russillo: Jake is placing the cutout on top of Machina, and straddling it for the cover…

James Peters: You have got to be kidding me…

Rich Russillo: Not like this…

ONNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

James Peters: Machina isn’t moving…

TWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Persephone: Evil wins again…

THHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

James Peters: WHAT THE HELL?!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA NOT ONLY KICKS OUT, HE KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY, LAUNCHING BOTH JAKE AND THE CUTOUT OFF OF HIM!

James Peters: AND MACHINA POWERS TO A KNEE, INTENSITY COURSING THROUGH HIS VEINS! HOW IS HE DOING THIS?!

Rich Russillo: JAKE IS ASKING HIMSELF THAT SAME QUESTION!

(Jake shakes his head while returning to his feet, unable to believe that Michael Machina is already up to a knee, and worst of all, ready for more. Machina spits blood out of his mouth, and yells at Jake.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) BRING IT, MOTHERFUCKER!

(Jake angrily nods, taking him up on the challenge.)

James Peters: AND JAKE STARTS HAMMERING MACHINA WITH FOREARMS! FOREARM AFTER FOREARM! TRYING TO BEAT THE FIGHT OUT OF MACHINA!

Rich Russillo: MACHINA IS THE LAST LINE OF DEFENSE FOR JAKE! IF HE MAKES IT THROUGH HIM, THEN HE HAS MADE IT THROUGH POSSIBLY HIS BIGGEST TEST AS WORLD CHAMPION!

James Peters: IMAGINE THE REACTION! BETTER YET, IMAGINE THE BOOS FROM FANS IN ATTENDANCE!

Rich Russillo: JAKE HAS GIVEN MACHINA EVERYTHING HE HAS! DELIVERING FOREARM AFTER FOREARM AFTER FOREARM! BUT MACHINA WONT GO DOWN!

James Peters: INSTEAD, MICHAEL MACHINA POWERS BACK TO HIS FEET!

Rich Russillo: JAKE CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BUT DOESNT STAY AWESTRUCK FOR TOO LONG! GOING TO RUN FULL STEAM AHEAD TOWARD THE ROPES! BUT MACHINA GRABS HIM BY THE BY BAND OF HIS TRUNKS, AND PULLS HIM IN FOR A GERMAN-

James Peters: BUT JAKE! JAKE SLAPS THE HANDS OF MACHINA, AND LEAPS WITH A JUMPING TWISTING ENZIGURI!! MACHINA GOES BACK DOWN TO A KNEE!!

Rich Russillo: HOW DO YOU KEEP DOWN A MAN THAT JUST WON’T STAY DOWN!

(Jake lowers his kneepad, going to deliver the final blow on Machina…)

James Peters: JAKE GOES TO RUN OFF THE ROPES FOR THE GOD COMPLEX! IF THAT SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS, IT MIGHT BE ENOUGH TO END IT!

Rich Russillo: BUT MICHAEL GRABS HIM BY THE TRUNKS AGAIN, ALBEIT FAINTLY! MACHINA BARELY KNOWS WHERE HE IS, AND IS LIKELY RUNNING OFF INSTINCT!

James Peters: BUT JAKE EASILY SWATS HIS HAND AWAY, AND BLASTS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK!

Rich Russillo: THUNDEROUS SUPERKICK, BUT MACHINA STILL WON’T GO DOWN, REMAINING ON A KNEE! JAKE THEN BLASTS HIM WITH ANOTHER SUPERKICK!

James Peters: AND ANOTHER! …THEN ANOTHER!

Persephone: His little dainty kicks aren’t doing a thing!

Rich Russillo: NO, BECAUSE MICHAEL MACHINA REMAINS ON A KNEE, GRITTING THROUGH THE PAIN OF EACH!

James Peters: JAKE SHAKES HIS HEAD, AND RUNS OFF THE ROPES FOR GOD COMPLEX!

Rich Russillo: BUT MICHAEL MACHINA POPS TO HIS FEET IN TIME, AND BOTH COMPETITORS COLLIDE IN THE MIDDLE WITH DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE! BUT NEITHER GO DOWN!

James Peters: MICHAEL STAGGERS BACK, JAKE STAGGERS BACK!

Rich Russillo: BUT BOTH MEN COLLIDE AGAIN, THIS TIME WITH STEREO FOREARMS!

James Peters: STILL, BOTH JAKE AND MACHINA ARE ON THEIR LAST LEGS! BUT REMAIN STANDING! WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO FALL?!

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL TRIES FOR A FOREARM- AW, CMON!

James Peters: JAKE SMITH JUST KICKED MICHAEL MACHINA BELOW THE BELT!

Rich Russillo: THAT’S ONE WAY TO PUT A MONSTER DOWN!

James Peters: MICHAEL DROPS TO BOTH KNEES, AND JAKE BEGINS LOOKING AROUND FOR SOMETHING!

Rich Russillo: UH-OH! JAKE HAS GOTTEN HIS HANDS ON THAT CATTLE PROD METHUSELAH USED TO BURN A HOLE IN MACHINA’S CHEST!

James Peters: AND MARCHES TOWARD HIM! EVIL INTENTIONS ON THE MIND!

Rich Russillo: BUT MACHINA BOOTS HIM IN THE FOREARM WITH THAT THUMBTACK TIMBERLAND!

James Peters: AND UPS THE ANTE AS JAKE SMITH WANDERS INTO A LOW BLOW!

Rich Russillo: PAYBACK!

James Peters: BUT LOOK AT THE FACE OF SMITH! MACHINA’S BOOT HAS THUMBTACKS IN IT, AND IS STICKING TO JAKE’S… area.

Persephone: Machina has done the world a favor, and made sure this jackass can’t have kids!

Rich Russillo: Can you imagine if Jake and Caroline had a child??

(Though the camera doesn’t catch it, the entire commentary shudders at the horrible thought.)

James Peters: MACHINA GETS HIS BOOT UNSTUCK, AND-

Rich Russillo: MACHINA PULLS JAKE IN FOR A POWERBOMB, BUT NOT THE .50 CAL AS JAKE GETS LAUNCHED INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE WITH A BUCKLE BOMB!

James Peters: BUCKLE BOMB BY MACHINA! JAKE COMES STUMBLING OUT-

Rich Russillo: BULLET FROM HELL!!

James Peters: BULLET FROM HELL TEARS JAKE IN HALF, AND MICHAEL MACHINA HOOKS THE LEG FOR A COVER!

Persephone: NEW CHAMPION!!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

THHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Rich Russillo: DID HE GET HIM?!

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Persephone: Oh, fuck off!

James Peters: JAKE INCHED THAT SHOULDER UP OFF THE GROUND!

Rich Russillo: YOU COULD SLIDE PAPER BETWEEN THE SPACE OF JAKE’S SHOULDER AND THE RING MAT!

James Peters: JAKE KICKED OUT, DESPERATE TO CLING ONTO THAT WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH HE HAS LEFT!

Rich Russillo: EVEN MACHINA MAYBE GAINING A NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR JAKE KICKING OUT!

James Peters: BUT AT THIS POINT, HES LIKELY WONDERING THE SAME! WHAT MORE WILL IT TAKE?!

(The camera cuts to Methuselah, who still hasn’t left the ramp area, leaning against the barricade, favoring his ribs. Michael Machina then stands up, and points to him.)

Michael Machina: (off-mic) Watch this.

(Methuselah looks on angrily, but a little confused as Michael grabs the steel chair introduced earlier.)

James Peters: Guys, what’s… what’s Michael Machina got planned?

Rich Russillo: I don’t know, but this is unlike anything I’ve seen out of his repertoire. He’s climbing to the top rope with that steel chair in hand…

James Peters: Machina actually has a better idea, opting to climb up to the pod instead…

Rich Russillo: I- I genuinely don’t know what to expect here….

(Machina tucks the chair under his arm, causing the crowd reaction to grow louder as they recognize what he’s doing, even Methuselah starts to grow more upset on the outside, putting the pieces together.)

James Peters: Wait a minute! You don’t think-

Rich Russillo: No… no!

James Peters: NOOOOOOOOO-

Rich Russillo: MICHAEL MACHINA WITH METHUSELAH’S WINGS OF HELL ON JAKE SMITH!

James Peters: MACHINA JUST FLEW OFF THAT POD! AND CAME CRASHING DOWN ON THE WORLD CHAMPION WITH THAT DIVING SIDE SLAM!!

(Michael writhes in pain, but is laughing through it at the same time before he scoots into the cover on Jake, laughing at an irate Methuselah…)

Rich Russillo: JAKE HASN’T MOVED! MACHINA MAKES THE COVER!

James Peters: NO WAY! NO WAY!

ONNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

TWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

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THHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

Persephone: YES, YES, YES!

Rich Russillo: HE’S DONE IT!

James Peters: MACHINA IS CHAMPION! MACHINA IS CHAMPION!

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(DING! DING!! DING!)

Bella Braxton: HERE’S YOUR WINNER… AND THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION… MICHAEL MACHINA!!

(“Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep plays to a thunderous reaction from fans as Michael Machina rolls off the cover on Jake, and lies on the canvas, looking up at the lights, having been through such a hellacious match.)

James Peters: I- I HAVE NO WORDS! WHAT A MATCH!

Rich Russillo: WHAT A MATCH INDEED! MICHAEL MACHINA IS OUR NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

Persephone: EVIL HAS BEEN FINALLY PUT TO REST! THERE IS A GOD! 🙏

James Peters: THIS IS HUGE!

Rich Russillo: WHO WOULD HAVE EXPECTED THAT WE’D HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION?!

James Peters: I THINK THIS CROWD CAME IN WITH HOPE, BUT JAKE HAS BEEN KNOWN TO GET THROUGH SOME STICKY SITUATIONS!

Rich Russillo: BUT TONIGHT, THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO! MICHAEL MACHINA WAS SIMPLY THE BETTER MAN!

(The referee places the EAW World Championship atop Michael Machina, and confetti starts to fall from the ceiling!)

James Peters: Congratulations, Champ!

Rich Russillo: You have earned it!

James Peters: But where does Machina go from here?! Better yet, where does Jake go from here?!

Rich Russillo: Time will tell. But with the way he won, the World Champion has already drawn the ire of someone.

(The referee helps Michael Machcina back to his feet, and raises his hand high. Once letting go, Machina looks back down at the World Championship, and climbs up the middle rope, posing with it before looking over his shoulder to see Methuselah still on the ramp, staring a hole into him.)

(This isn’t over between these two. Not by a long shot, and Machina shows no fear in the face of incoming danger as the camera fades elsewhere with him continuing to celebrate in the ring as Jake simply lies there. Motionless.)

(Promotional ad for Road to Redemption, where Dr. Bethany Blue defends the Hardcore Championship against TLA.)

(Sunday Night Voltage returns to show a panaround shot of the Brookshire Grocery Arena, as the crowd murmurs in anticipation for what is to come. It’s not very long before it’s soured as the sounds of ‘Someone Get Me A Doctor’ by Van Halen begin to play through the speakers of the arena. A quick shot to the stage follows the thunderous boos as Dr. Bethany Blue is seen making her way out from the backstage area. The Hardcore Champion stands confidantly at the top of the stage, taking a brief moment to scan around with a look of disgust before then beginning to make her way down the ramp and toward the ring.)

Bella Braxton: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… the EAW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!! DR. BETHANY BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rich Russillo: Last week, Bethany and the challenger for her Hardcore Championship, TLA, were co-hosts of F*ck Your Thanksgiving, and naturally, things happened as you’d expect them. It would explode into a brawl by the end of the show, with Bethany managing to get the advantage and stand tall with her title raised high.

Thadd Blazevich: A statement to say the least, bro. That girl is crazed out of her mind, dude, but she knows what she’s doing. And I can’t help but wonder how TLA is thinking about this, especially considering the issues they’ve had these past couple of weeks since Wicked Games. I think shit is about to go down.

Persephone: Yeah, but first, we have to listen to this idiot speak, unfortunately. Guess it’s not always as easy as getting straight to fighting. Sigh…

(Bethany makes her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters through the ropes and into the ring. She makes her way over and takes a microphone from the ringside area while ‘Someone Get Me A Doctor’ then begins to come to a close. She makes her way toward the center of the ring, taking a brief moment before raising her microphone and beginning to speak.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: I-

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dr. Bethany Blue: Oh, c’mon, why??? Is it because I laid out your precious hero?! I made an example out of him?! That’s why you’re all bad?! From the MOMENT that I won this Hardcore Championship and made it the most PRESTIGIOUS Championship on Sunday Night Voltage, the only thing I’ve done is lay waste to your heroes. And with all that talent under my belt, you would think that I get the respect that I deserve from you and everyone else who has the privilege to watch the best wrestler on Voltage, but I don’t! I continue to get disrespected, and I’m sick of it. What I did to TLA last week was only a precursor for what is to come at Road To Redemption. Leaving him in a pool of his own blood? That was an insatiable amount of satisfaction, but to say that the job is done is getting ahead of myself, because it’s not. Next week, I’m finishing the job and making sure that I walk out of New Orleans STILL your Hardcore Champion. And there’s nothing that TLA can do about it.

(Bethany takes her title and raises it into the air as the crowd erupts into even more boos, the Champion only being able to laugh as she continues.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: ALL OF YOU should be cheering me. Giving me the RESPECT that I deserve. But apparently, it’s a double-sided coin for people that you deem unworthy of your time. Even as your Hardcore Champion, even after having the BEST Hardcore Championship reign that this company has ever seen, apparently, I need to do more. Apparently, I need to give more to be seen on the same level as people who have always been beneath me. Is that why you cheer TLA? Because you want the little guy to win? He gives you a representative, because the common man always has to fight for what he feels he deserves??? Bullshit. What TLA is in reality is an absolute fool, and until he gets that into his head, he is never going to do ANYTHING close to what he wants to accomplish in this company.

Dr. Bethany Blue: That’s why I did him a favor, and it’s something I’ve been trying to tell him from the moment that he started getting all pissy with me. He was never going to win the EAW World Championship from Adam Lucas, and the fact of the matter is, I nipped it in the bud so he could stop wasting his time and going for something more productive. 🤷 But unfortunately, he didn’t do that, did he? No, he decided to start breathing down my neck, and he expected that to get him anywhere. Absolutely not. TLA is just asking for a failure, and all this is going to end up being another successful dissection by the Doctor to some FOOL who tried to get in the way of greatness. And again, he’s going to pay for that.

(Bethany pauses as she lowers her microphone, the crowd continuing to give her a loud negative reaction. As she looks to continue what she has to say, though, she’s immediately interrupted by the sounds of ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ by Tupac, which begin to blast through the speakers to a deafening amount of cheers. The camera goes from the ring to the stage to show TLA making his way out from the backstage area. He has a light smile on his face as he goes around hyping the crowd up, but almost immediately sets his sights on the ring and his future opponent. He takes a brief moment before then making his way down the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: And here comes the challenger. TLA certainly has to be taking offense to what Bethany did to him at F*ck Your Thanksgiving, but that doesn’t change the fact in his mind that he’s going to be walking out with the Hardcore Championship and the idea of getting revenge on the woman who cost him a World Championship opportunity.

Persephone: I don’t know why this is such an issue. TLA was never going to win anyway. I don’t know why he got his hopes up just for the obvious to happen. This guy is a lame.

Thadd Blazevich: Well, bro, I feel like it’s only a matter of time before TLA finds himself back in the World Title picture, but right now, his eyes are completely set on becoming Hardcore Champion, and he’s looking to make sure that Bethany gets that message loud and clear!

(TLA makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters through the ropes and into the ring. He throws his fist into the air, eliciting a loud response from the crowd, before then beginning to make his way over and take a microphone from the ringside area. ‘Ambitionz az a Ridah’ then begins to come to a close as TLA turns around, making his way over and taking a look at Bethany. Both of them have a tense staredown before TLA raises his microphone and begins to speak.)

TLA: Bethany, gringo, don’t you get it??? You can talk all dat shit, I don’t give a fuck. You done enough already, and I had to come out here to make sure that boca is shut before you keep spewing dat bullshit on my name. I don’t give a fuck what you have to say for yourself because yo boi is ready for Road To Redemption. I’m ready to walk into New Orleans and kick some ass, because it’s about time that I’ve held gold again anyway. Shit is about to feel real sweet when I get that three count and take yo title and raise it into the air. El Campeon boutta be back in the flesh, and there ain’t nothing that you gonna be able to do about it.

(The crowd inside the arena cheers as TLA looks around, a smile on his face, while Bethany could not be more disgusted at the moment.)

TLA: And I know that I’m able to do that, just like when I said I was ready for dat World Championship before you got yo slimy ass hands into dat shit. The last time I was representing the yellow brand, I held the Hardcore Championship. I wore that shit with pride cuz then, and especially now, I’m the biggest, baddest mfer in the room. And I don’t know about y’all, but La Pantera Sexual is ready to take that back for himself now and become a two-time Champion. And especially after what yo ass did at Wicked Games to cost me a shot at the EAW World Championship, I’m gonna stop at nothing to make sure that title is back in my hands. Ain’t no esposo to save yo ass, just straight belt.

(Bethany scoffs as she listens to that, shaking her head in disgust.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: Are we still on this shit?! Imagine how sick I feel, TLA. Having to come out here and listen to you mew over the same conspiracies over and over again, like it’s my fault! It’s not my fault! You were the one who put your hands on me. I’m the one who gave you the receipt. It’s as simple as that. I wouldn’t have interfered in Wicked Games if you didn’t, but that’s just the consequences of your actions that you refuse to accept. That’s the name of the game, consequences, and you refuse to face them because you think that you’re above that. But you’re not. No worries, though, now you face the consequences for fucking around with me, and you’re going to find out real quick that this isn’t something that you’re about to squirm out of so easily. You’re going to get exactly what you’re due.

TLA: Consequences? Mira, pendeja, you talk all dat shit like I ain’t the one knocking on yo door. You talking like you know what pain feels like. Because you some Doctor, you understand the anatomy of this situation, don’t you??? But homie, I’ve been feeling pain from the moment that I stepped into this ring. Throughout the entirety of my career, all that struggle, all that pain, it got me a Hall of Fame career. Ain’t nobody know it better. So yeah, you might take my ass down, ain’t no point denying that. You might leave me a bloody mess like you did last week at F*ck Your Thanksgiving, but that’s all good. Because imma get myself back up like a real hustler. Ain’t nothing gonna be able to save you once I get my hands on you. It’s just you, me, and a whole lot of bad intentions. You wanna talk about receipts, amiga? You don’t even know what’s coming to you.

(Bethany rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms, beginning to slowly pace around as she raises her microphone.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: God, has anyone ever told you how dreadfully boring you are? It’s always the same sob story with you. All this struggle, boo-hoo. I don’t care about that; it’s irrelevant. Just like you’re irrelevant to this company, and you’re irrelevant to my Hardcore Championship reign. That’s the difference between you and me: it took you an incomprehensible amount of time to get to the point where you are, and you know what? You can be proud of that! You can keep that feather in your cap for as long as you want to; it doesn’t matter to me. But for me? From the very first time I laced up a pair of wrestling boots, from the moment I first put on my Doctor’s coat and stethoscope, I’ve been great. And since then, I’ve grown to an incomprehensible level. You’re just refusing to accept the diagnosis. And at Road To Redemption? The prognosis is not good. I’m going to dissect you, piece by piece, until there is nothing left but a broken shell of a man who should’ve realized to stay the fuck out of my way if he knew what’s good for him.

TLA: Nah, yo ass talks way too much. You wanna talk all these medical terms, well, you’re the disease, and I’m the cure. I ain’t wasting my time on shit, holmes. You think that’s the case, but you got this shit all fucked up. The way you look at me, you ain’t looking at someone that you looking down on, you looking at the vato who’s about to end your little power trip. You scared as a mfer, Bethany, I can smell it on you. You know that deep down, when the weapons come out and the blood starts flowing, you ain’t gonna be able to go bar-for-bar with the Baddest Hombre on the Planet, you ain’t got the corazon for this fight. Imma beat dat ass, imma make you suffer, and if you got a problem with that?

(TLA steps closer to Bethany, both of them having an intense staredown, as he proceeds to raise his microphone and speak further.)

TLA: Go ahead and let me know right now, dawg. Tell me I’m nothing again. Tell me I’m a failure. But know that at Road To Redemption, when New Orleans comes around, I ain’t coming to wrestle. I’m coming to hurt you. I’m coming to take back what’s mine. And there ain’t a damn thing you or anyone else is gonna be able to do to stop me from tearing yo title reign apart. That’s my promise, perra.

(Bethany stares a hole into TLA, her face slightly twitching before she scoffs.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? I’m not scared of you, you overgrown child. No, what I am is insulted by you. I’m insulted that I have to share my oxygen with you. You want a war? You want to get hurt? Fine. I’ll make sure to write the time of death on your career myself. You’re nothing-

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD! TLA HAS HEARD ENOUGH! TLA BRINGS HIMSELF FORWARD AND NAILS DR. BETHANY BLUE WITH A FOREARM RIGHT IN THE MOUTH!

Persephone: FINALLY! OH MY FUCKING GOD! GET TO THE FIGHTING!

Thadd Blazevich: BETHANY HAS A BUSTED LIP, BUT THAT’S ONLY MADE HER ANGRIER, AS THE TIME FOR TALK IS OVER, BRO! SHE JUST LAUNCHED TOWARD TLA, SWINGING HER MICROPHONE WILDLY AT HER, BUT TLA DUCKS UNDER IT, GRABBING HER BY THE WAIST AND LIFTING HER OFF THE GROUND BEFORE DRIVING HER DIRECTLY INTO THE CORNER! AND NOW TLA IS BEGINNING TO UNLOAD ON HER WITH REPEATED SHOULDER THRUSTS DIRECTLY TO THE ABDOMEN!

Rich Russillo: BUT BETHANY IS DESPERATE TO CREATE SOME FORM OF SEPARATION! SHE JUST GOUGED THE EYES OF TLA! FORCING HIM BACK AS SHE CREATES SPACE FOR THE MOMENT! BETHANY THEN IMMEDIATELY GRABS TLA BY THE BACK OF THE HEAD, SMASHING HIS FACE AGAINST THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!

Thadd Blazevich: TLA STAGGERS BACK, AND THIS GIVES BETHANY THE CHANCE TO LEAP INTO THE AIR AND CONNECT WITH A HIGH KNEE STRIKE DIRECTLY TO THE NOSE TO SEND THE HALL OF FAMER TUMBLING DOWN TO THE GROUND!

Persephone: TLA IS BLEEDING LIKE A FAUCET NOW! HAH! THEY’RE CHARGING AT ONE ANOTHER AGAIN AS BOTH OF THEM ARE BEGINNING TO TRADE PUNCHES BACK AND FORTH AGAIN!

Rich Russillo: TLA MANAGES TO BREAK THROUGH AS HE GRABS BETHANY BY THE HEAD AND DRIVES A KNEE DIRECTLY INTO HER ABDOMEN! HE THEN GRABS HER AND TURNS HER AROUND BEFORE TRYING TO RUN HER BACK INTO THE CORNER- BUT BETHANY MANAGES TO HOLD HER HANDS OUT AND STOP HERSELF, BEFORE CONNECTING WITH A HARD ELBOW DIRECTLY TO THE CHEST! BETHANY THEN TURNS AROUND AND RUNS THE ROPES AND BACK!

Thadd Blazevich: BUT TLA JUST LEAPED THROUGH THE AIR AND NAILED BETHANY WITH A ‘VERY MEXICAN UPPERCUT’ TO THE JAW! BETHANY TUMBLES BACKWARD AND IS SENT OUT OF THE RING AS SHE’S LEFT TO RECOUP!

(Bethany collapses as TLA takes the time to go under the ring himself to the timekeeper’s area, grabbing a chair as the crowd erupts with this. As he slides into the ring, Bethany is recovering herself as she grips the Hardcore Championship close to her chest.)

Persephone: TLA ENTERS THE RING AS HE TRIES TO TAKE HER FUCKING HEAD OFF WITH A CHAIR SHOT-

Rich Russillo: BUT BETHANY MANAGES TO STEP FORWARD AND CONNECT WITH A ‘TJD’ JUST IN TIME! SUPERKICK STOPS TLA IN HIS TRACKS AS HE’S DEAD WEIGHT IN THE AIR! BETHANY ISN’T DONE EITHER AS SHE GOES FOR ANOTHER ‘TJD’!

(CRACK!)

Thadd Blazevich: BUT TLA TAKES THE CHAIR AND SWINGS IT DIRECTLY AT THE ANKLE OF BETHANY TO STOP THE SUPERKICK JUST IN TIME! BETHANY STAGGERS BACK AS TLA TAKES THE CHAIR AND TRIES TO SWING FOR THE HEAD-

Persephone: BUT BETHANY JUST TOOK THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP AND YEETING IT DIRECTLY INTO HIS FACE! TLA STAGGERS BACK, AND THIS GIVES BETHANY THE CHANCE TO PICK UP THE CHAIR HERSELF!

Rich Russillo: AS SHE DRIVES IT RIGHT INTO THE RIBS OF TLA! BETHANY THEN LIFTS THE CHAIR AND TRIES TO SEND IT RIGHT AGAINST HIS FACE-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT TLA RIPS THE CHAIR OUT OF HER HANDS AND TOSSES IT ASIDE! AND TLA IMMEDIATELY RUNS FORWARD AND TACKLES HER AS BOTH OF THEM FALL THROUGH THE ROPES AND DOWN TO THE RINGSIDE AREA!

Persephone: BOTH OF THEM CONTINUE TO TRADE PUNCHES! BUT FUCK! SEEMS LIKE WE’RE DONE HERE AS SECURITY IS COMING IN!

(A group of security guards immediately flood the ringside area, grabbing a bloody TLA and pulling him off of Bethany, dragging him toward the barricade. Both of them are throwing profanities at each other as security is doing everything to make sure that they can keep them off of them and put this brawl to an end.)

Dr. Bethany Blue: (Off-Mic) I’M GOING TO END HIM! I’M GOING TO KILL HIM! LET ME GO!

TLA: (Off-Mic) ¡SUELTAME! LEMME GET MY HANDS ON HER!

Rich Russillo: ABSOLUTE CHAOS ON VOLTAGE! IF THIS IS WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN, ONE OF THESE TWO MIGHT NOT WALK OUT OF NEW ORLEANS ALIVE!

Thadd Blazevich: LOOK AT THE HATE IN THEIR EYES, BRO!

(The crowd boos loudly at the fight being put to an end, but unfortunately for them, that’s just going to have to be the case. TLA and Bethany are being escorted toward different parts of the arena, as they continue to yell at each other, trying to break free, but it’s no use. It’s the very last shot seen before Sunday Night Voltage fades to elsewhere.)

(The camera cuts to the backstage area where the usual busy work of the production team is going on. Between the ongoing show and the upcoming preparations for Road to Redemption, everyone’s hands are full. But as the camera navigates through the jungle of people, we come up on a cracked door. As the camera peers through we can see Minerva and Chris Elite together. Chris is sat relaxed on the couch, and Minerva has her fingers placed around the back of his neck and is sat cross legged across his lap.)

Minerva: Well I already knew you’ve been feeling good lately. But I bet now you’re feeling even better getting into the Extreme Elimination Chamber match.

Chris Elite: I mean… there’s always more you can do to make me feel even better…

(Chris places his hands on her hips and pulls her back a bit. Minerva bites her lower lip with a smile.)

Minerva: Well, maybe if you weren’t so busy getting your shot at a world title earlier. But now I’ve got some things to attend to in a little bit. But if you show a little patience…

Chris Elite: Patience ain’t exactly my best trait.

Minerva: I know. Trust me, I’m very aware. But sometimes anticipation can be its own pleasure… and you strike me as someone who enjoys the build-up almost as much as the payoff.

Chris Elite: Depends on the payoff.

Minerva: Oh, you won’t be disappointed. Besides… watching you get worked up like this? It’s cute. You pretend you’re above it all, that you’re unfazed, but the truth is written all over your body language. Your shoulders get a little tighter. Your breathing changes. Your hands get restless. You’re trying so hard to keep that signature Chris Elite swagger from slipping.

Chris Elite: My swagger don’t slip.

Minerva: Oh it does, just a fraction. But only for me… and only when you’re this close to something you want.

Chris Elite: Or someone I want.

Minerva: (smirks) Then I guess both of us are exactly where we should be.

Chris Elite: (flustered) Damn girl. You got a little time right?

Minerva: Always looking for extra credit, aren’t you? A man with ambition. I do appreciate ambition. But you also love to get ahead of yourself, and you know I can’t just give away every reward without you earning it.

Chris Elite: Earn it? Girl, I’ve been earning it all season.

Minerva: Mm-hm… and you’ll keep earning it. Lucky for you, I do love it when a man who refuses to quit.

(Chris gives her a playful look before letting out a sigh.)

Chris Elite: Yeah. It feels good to finally have a way back to the world title. I’ve been wanting to win my second world championship for years. And this could be my chance to finally make it happen. It’s still the Extreme Elimination Chamber. So I gotta be ready for anything. People do wild shit in there. But not one of them is ready for what I’m gonna bring to the table.

Minerva: You’re right about that. Half the people stepping into that Chamber don’t even understand what they’re asking for. It breaks people. It exposes them. It makes them choke on their own ambition. But you? You’ve been forged in matches like that. You’ve survived wars most of them couldn’t dream of.

Chris Elite: Damn, girl, you hyping me better than the commentary team.

Minerva: They hype what they see. I hype what I know.

Chris Elite: And you know what the wild part is? Some of these guys think they’re walking into the Chamber with some kind of divine protection. Like being “the moment” on social media is gonna save them from steel and chains.

Minerva: Oh, they all do that. They pretend confidence is the same as preparation. They say the right buzzwords and think it’ll carry them. But when that first pod opens and the reality of the Chamber hits… their souls crack a little. You, though? The Chamber doesn’t scare you. It recognizes you.

Chris Elite: That’s the realest thing anyone said about me all year.

Minerva: Then prove me right.

Chris Elite: (chuckling) I intend to. And you got that match at Road to Redemption with the cash in crew. I swear it’s like you been beating the shit out of Drake, Hans, and that Kai dude all the damn time and they keep wanting more.

Minerva: (devilish tone) What can I say… I’m irresistible.

Chris Elite: You already turned me down for the moment, don’t go startin things.

(Minerva lets out a soft laugh at the comment before moving on.)

Minerva: They need to be taught a lesson. And ToXXXin are going to make sure that they learn that lesson. Me, Selina, and Daniella are a force that can’t be stopped in this company. And we will intend to make sure everyone knows it. Dominance over the King of Elite, the Cash in the Vault holder, and the 24/7 Contract holder will put us right at the top of the food chain to contend for anything we want in this company. Especially when you add that they are the winning War Games team from this year. It’s an opportunity we intend to make the most of, and we will do so at their expense as many times as we have to in order to get the point across.

Chris Elite: I feel that. You’re gonna go put an exclamation mark on this whole saga and let the world know who ToXXXin really are. Not that anyone in the business doesn’t know who you are already. And look, real talk? Seeing what you’re doing with Selina and Daniella? It’s inspiring. Most people struggle just trying to keep one partner on the same page, and here you are leading two monsters into battle and making them better in the process. There ain’t many people that could do that. And going out last week and winning the right to choose the stipulation for the match, just the cherry on top of it all. You’re out here makin shit happen and the rest can barely keep up.

Minerva: That’s what leadership is supposed to look like.

Chris Elite: That’s what dominance looks like.

Minerva: Well I can say the exact same. You’re already someone people hold in basically an untouchable status. You were a Hall of Famer before I barely had my feet wet in EAW. So I know you’re going to win the chamber, and I know you’re going to be a two time world champion. You just make sure you bring home that title belt… and I’ll reward you appropriately. 😈

Chris Elite: You ain’t gotta tell me twice.

(Minerva pulls Chris and plants a kiss on him, biting his lower lip as she pulls away. The pair are feeling each other for a moment until—)

???: Knock knock.

(They look up and see Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas in the doorway.)

Chris Elite: Man… y’all really got a gift for entering a room like you own it. Just killin the vibe like that.

(Selina and Daniella both raise an eyebrow — neither amused nor apologetic. Minerva, however, lets out a soft, amused exhale, still perched comfortably on Chris’s lap as she studies her teammates with an almost feline satisfaction.)

Minerva: Relax. If they wanted to ruin the moment, they would’ve kicked the door in. This is them being polite.

Daniella Atlas: Polite is… a generous interpretation, mon ami. We just figured you’d want a heads-up before it’s time to get to work.

Selina Reyes: We figured we’d give you a moment before we called you both back. But we need to move. It’s about time for us to send our message.

Daniella Atlas: Not that they didn’t get it last week, cherie. Thanks to your win, we’ve got control of the whole contest.

Selina Reyes: Drake, Hans, and Kai are going to be at our mercy.

Daniella Atlas: And we’ll show them none.

Minerva: That’s exactly what I’m thinking. You two always show up with that same spark, that energy of being ready to burn the place down if you have to. I have to say, I appreciate the consistency.

Daniella Atlas: Consistency wins wars, cherie. And we’re walking into one.

(She twists and pulls herself up off of Chris’s lap, playfully lingering her fingers across his cheek as she goes. Chris lets out a breath as she does so. Minerva then turns to her stablemates with a mischievous confidence as they turn towards the door.

Minerva: You’re right about that. Well, we have an appointment don’t we? Best not keep them waiting too long.

(She turns back and winks at Chris after that last line before walking out the door, Selina and Daniella following her.)

(Chris looks over and sees a bottle of Gavin Kirkland’s signature Jerkins lotion sitting on the corner of a nearby dresser. He stares at the bottle for a second before shaking his head clear.)

Chris Elite: (muttering to himself) Patience…

(The camera then fades elsewhere.)

(Commercial for Taco Bell. The same five ingredients, done 100 different ways. Which one is your favorite?)

(SCREENBAR – Road To Redemption 2021.]

(The scene fades to a promotional video for the Extreme Elimination Chamber for the EAW World Championship, before dissolving into a shot of Bella Braxton inside the ring.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS AN EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER MATCH AND IT IS FOR THE EAW WORLDDDDD CHAMPIONSHIPPPPP!!!!

( The crowd becomes absolutely unglued because this the main event of the evening! )

Bella Braxton: The match will begin with two Elitists inside the ring, while the other four competitors are locked inside of their pods. Every five minutes, a randomly selected pod door will open, allowing another Elitist to enter the match! The process will continue until every Elitist has entered the match! Once an Elitist is pinned, submitted, or knocked out, they must exit the chamber! The last person remaining will be the EAW WORLD CHAMPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNN!

(The crowd roars in excitement for the main event of the evening as ‘High All The Time’ by 50 Cent plays Justin Windgate onto the Road To Redemption stage. He eagerly and excitedly makes his way onto stage as he points to the fans sitting in the far rafters and fist bumps young kids at the edge of the stage. Justin Windgate is also carrying a paintball gun beside him.)

Bella Braxton: INTRODUCING FIRST, WRESTLING OUT OF DETROIT, MICHIGAN! WEIGHING IN AT 225 POUNDS, JUSTIN ‘THE XTREME CLASSIC’ WINDGATEEEEEE!!!

(The crowd cheers loudly as he begins to walk down the ramp.)

James Peters: Oh boy, is this match going to be something else. Six of Voltage’s best competing for the coveted EAW World Championship. All six of these competitors know what gold in EAW feels like, but to beat Drake King for the EAW World Championship would undoubtedly solidify you as a face of EAW in so many regards. This is the chance of a lifetime and guys like Justin Windgate don’t intend on wasting it.

Rich Russillo: I have to also imagine Justin has a bit of an experience edge over many of his peers in regards to not only these extreme matches, but just how violent our champion, Drake King can truly be. How torturous and evil he can be inside this ring and how this structure is only going to amplify that. He’s walking down to the ring with a Paintball gun, which will be his weapon in this year’s Voltage Extreme Elimination Chamber, and I must say, it’s not often you see a man taking a paintball gun into an extreme elimination chamber, but here we are!

(Justin Windgate enters the ominous structure, but not before taking a deep breath and entering the jaws of death.)

(‘The Only Thing They Fear Is YOU’ by Mick Gordon takes over the speakers as Ryan Wilson’s presence can be felt on stage. He walks onto the stage very nonchalantly with a hockey stick wrapped in barbed wire.)

Bella Braxton: NEXT, WRESTLING OUT OF MONTREAL, QUEBEC, CANADA! WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS! ‘THE KING OF QUEBEC STRONGSTYLE, RYANNNNNNN WILSONNNNNNNN!!!

(The crowd boos Wilson as he doesn’t pay them much mind.)

Rich Russillo: This man is a dark horse tonight, but when his eye is on the ball, he can be extremely dangerous. He isn’t letting the crowd get to him, he isn’t swayed by the magnitude of the event or match, Ryan Wilson is calm, cool and collected right now. That’s exactly how he’ll need to be to handle the feeling of competing inside this structure of doom and terror. He’ll have to channel some of that darkness we’ve seen him harness before and show the world all of Ryan Wilson.

James Peters: Agreed, he’s a wildcard of sorts here. One of the only elitists in this match with no partnership or devotion to another person, he’s here only for him and to get everyone else out of there as fast as he possibly can. And that hockey stick with barbed wire on the end of it isn’t something I’d want to be on the receiving end of!

(‘Sky’ by Playboi Carti begins to play as Jake Smith enters the arena to a chorus of boos. Likely because of both Jake Smith and the atrocious choice in music. Jake Smith, in all his glory, makes his way onto the stage and soaks in the greatness of this moment. A world championship match at one of the biggest events of the year.)

Bella Braxton: NEXT, WRESTLING OUT OF NEWARK, NEW JERSEY! WEIGHING IN AT 210 POUNDS, JAKE ‘THE MORAL COMPASSSSS’ SMITHHHHHHH!!!

(The crowd boos, with a sprinkle of cheers, as Jake Smith walks down the ramp. However, most of the fans aren’t paying attention to him. They are looking at his rather interesting weapon. )

Persephone: What the fuck is this simp carrying with him?

( Upon further inspection, Jake Smith is carrying a cardboard cutout of Hailee Steinfeld, wrapped in barbed wire, and attached to a 2×4.)

Persephone: Wow that really is something. This guy is a fucking sexual harrasment lawsuit waiting to happen :mjlol:

Rich Russillo: :mjlol: Yeah, that is quite the weapon.

James Peters: If you wanna talk history with our current champion, look no further. Drake King and Jake Smith have been pallareles for years, but Drake always seemed to grab the huge star-making moments that have eluded Jake. Even just a few months ago at Clash of Kingdoms 2, Drake King snuffed out Jake’s dream of becoming the EAW World Champion in a hardfought match that ended with Drake’s seal of approval over the end of their most recent chapter.

Rich Russillo: Jake sees this as not only a chance to get that back, but to also steal back the crown jewel of power of New Eden and Drake. The EAW Championship is perhaps the most illustrious and coveted in the entire company, so for Jake to possess it, you know that would kill Drake inside and be a massive statement against New Eden. Jake has a huge chance in front of him tonight to make history and finally take advantage of that one career defining moment that he’s always looked for.

(‘44 Bulldog’ by Pop Smoke begins to ring throughout the arena as the gravelly vocals and erratic production play the always charismatic Chris Elite onto the Road To Redemption stage.)

Bella Braxton: NEXT WRESTLING OUT OF BROOKLYN, NEW YORK!!! WEIGHING IN AT 210 POOUUNNDSSS, CHRISSSSSS ‘GAWD GIVEN GREATNESSSSS’ ELLLLIIITTTEEEEEEEEE!!!

(The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Chris Elite as he makes his way toward the top of the ramp. In his hand, is a pillow case, and it appears to be full of something. Chris pauses on the stage and grins, reaching his hand inside of the pillow case and removing something. )

Persephone: Uhhhh what the fuck is that?

( Chris Elite holds up what’s inside of the pillow case. )

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Rich Russillo: :mjlol: That is a cellphone, Seph.

Persephone: Do what?? That doesn’t look like anything Apple would make like literally ever.

James Peters: :mjlol: That’s because it’s an old Nokia phone. I have no idea how the hell Chris Elite found enough old ass Nokia phones to fill an entire pillow case but that is something.

Persephone: Out of all the things this man could use to defend himself, he brings a pillowcase full of Nokia phones. Fucking wow. Moron.

James Peters: This man may have the most drive and will to win this match of any competitor here. He’s been adamant about affirming his position as not only one of the top guys, but a legitimate championship level talent in EAW to this day and there is no better way to do it than to capitalize on this chance right here, right now.

Rich Russillo: That’s true, but he’s also going to have to know how to strategize and keep his focus in check because he has a personal rivalry with New Eden and Drake King that runs deep. So does Jake Smith and these two partners tonight are going to have to use that alliance at points to counteract the heavy New Eden presence in this match.

(Chris gets into his pod, the final of four needing to be filled and now ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie takes over, the lights dim and spotlight on the stages focuses on a kneeling Minerva, who licks her lips, tilts her head towards the chamber and is coated in the flashing lights before standing up and placing a rose in her mouth. However, she is not wearing her title.)

(Minerva is also seen sportin a ‘Cat O’Nine Tails Whip’ with small, razor sharp, black roses at the end of each cattail. Studded in jewels and layered with orange rhinestones.)

Bella Braxton: NEXT, WRESTLING OUT OF BUCHAREST, ROMANIA! WEIGHING IN AT 122 POUNDS, THE EAW NATIONAL ELITE CHAMPION! ‘THE BLACK ROSE’ MINERVAAAAAAAA!!!!

(The crowd boos as Minerva slowly makes her way down the ramp.)

James Peters: Minerva has been on the run of her life since joining forces with Drake King and Myles, forming New Eden. Now the EAW National Elite Champion, Minerva knows that working through this match with Drake King and ensuring that New Eden leaves with the title is vital. As long as they can prevent someone else from having access to it, then they’ve done their job, according to them. Minerva also is one of, if not arguably the most skilled elitists in this match. She truly is a wizard inside this ring and this style of violent carnage fits her to a tee.

(Minerva rolls into the ring and readies herself to begin the match as ‘Cold War’ by Hans Zimmer, welcomes out the coldest champion there is today. Engaging the title next to him is Drake King as he enters on the Road To Redemption stage.)

Bella Braxton: AND THEIR OPPONENT! WRESTLING OUT OF THE DEAD SEA, ISRAEL! WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS! HE IS THE EAW WORLD CHAMPION, DRAKE ‘THE REDEEEMMEERRRRR’!!!!!

(The crowd boos very heavily as Drake keeps a cold and dead stare on the chamber. Drake is seen with his signature branding iron, which he’ll be taking to the chamber with him.)

Rich Russillo: Boy, does the champion have his toughest task ahead of him tonight. All of these challenges are worthy of singles challenges, let alone five at once. But if there was anyone champion I think could do it, you’re looking at him. Drake King has been DOMINANT since becoming the World Champion at Pain For Pride, not ever missing a beat and staying consistent with his title defenses. Two incredible matches and showings for Drake in singles matches against Justin Windgate and Jake Smith in the past few months, he’ll need to be his best self tonight to conquer both at the same time.

James Peters: It all comes down to this match. This will set the tone of the rest of the season and put us on the road to Pain For Pride. I cannot wait and these competitors are stirring to begin this main event here at Road To Redemption. LET’S GET IT!

( DING! DING! DING! )

Rich Russillo: HERE. WE. GO.

James Peters: The main event is underway as Drake King and Minerva are here to start off our 2021 EAW World Championship Extreme Elimination Chamber! Man, this is one of those matches, it just has that huge match feel because we know the implications of this match. It sets us on the road to the Grand Rampage and paves the way for the rest of the season on Voltage. All six of these competitors know that and they’re not here to lose, they’re here to make the most of their career’s biggest opportunity to date and start on the journey towards Pain For Pride as the EAW World Champion!

Rich Russillo: Absolutely and Drake King has perhaps the largest mountain he’s seen yet to climb, here tonight. He’s starting off this match with fellow New Eden member, Minerva and it looks like they’re going to put the weapons down. These two know how vital it is to preserve yourself in this match, but that isn’t going to stop them from kicking off the action! Drake and Minerva meet in the center of the ring, a collar and elbow tie-up between these two as Drake manages to overpower Minerva and march her back into the turnbuckle.

James Peters: Drake about to release the hold- but Minerva grabs the wrist and slips under Drake, now taking his back and pulling him back to the center of the ring. She lifts him into the air, Drake trying to use his size advantage to fight out of this hold, Minerva is able to trip him down to his knees and take over with a side-headlock. Minerva with some solid groundwork, controlling Drake’s movements, now ripping him back down to the canvas, Drake hits hard as Minerva wraps his arm around his back and pins her knee into his spine! Wonderful mat wrestling from Minerva, who is displaying right now that she can truly do it all!

Persephone: Yeah, except get a better hairdresser. Her highlights look like an overly-sensitive teenage girl made an impulsive decision to put a blindfold on and dye her hair different characters. That hair is a crime to the colorblind community, I mean, what color even is it?!?

Rich Russillo: It’s the color of fire because that’s what she’s on right now! Minerva has her knee in Drake’s back and now tries to take over with a crossface submission! Drake is able to slip out of this one and bring Minerva up with him as he stands up to his knees, then his feet! He’s got Minerva up in powerbomb position! She slips out the backdoor and rolls Drake up- No! He rolls through and gets back up, throwing a kick at the face of Minerva, who slides out of the way and grabs the outstretched leg of Drake King! Drake launches himself up and now sends Minerva tumbling to the other side of the ring with a jumping headscissors! Wow! What a counter from the champion!

James Peters: They’re both showing all their abilities right now and neither really can gain a clear edge over the other! You’re seeing now why New Eden is so dominant, the skills both of these elitists possess are tremendous! Drake and Minerva have obviously decided to come out tonight and use the first five minutes of this match to show the world what wrestling should be about!

Rich Russillo: Absolutely, they just gave each other a nod of respect as they meet in the middle again- BANG! Drake with an absolutely thunderous knee to the midsection of Minerva! That one sounded like a balloon popping as Drake rattled the organs of the National Elite Champion! The EAW World Champion changing things up and surprising Minerva with a sneaky knee to the gut as he now Irish-whips her into the turnbuckles. He tries to charge in after her with a running forearm and it thuds off her cheekbone as her head whips around and she falls into the lap of Drake King! He grabs her body and lifts her into position for a falcon arrow-

James Peters: Minerva with a boot on the outside of that bottom rope, she’s defending against this falcon arrow with everything she’s got, but Drake shocked her system with that forearm a few seconds ago! Drake grabs her by the arm and drags her into the middle of the ring, now he’s in perfect position for the falcon arrow! He lifts Minerva up and- CRACK! A knee of her own to the head of Drake as he’s forced to drop her back to the canvas! Minerva now with a short-arm clothesline, but that one missed as Drake ducked under it and now takes the back of Minerva, OH BOY, DRAKE KING! HE LIFTS HER UP FOR AN INVERTED FALCON ARROW-

Rich Russillo: MINERVA WHIPPED HER LEGS OVER AND MANAGES TO SWING OVER TOP OF DRAKE KING AND REVERSE THE POSITION! What wherewithal from Minerva! She was able to get her legs over the top and land on her feet, now she’s the one who has Drake in position for an attack! Drake drops his back to the canvas and drags Minerva’s wrist with him, bringing them both down to the canvas. What creative defensive wrestling from Drake King, who gets back to his feet and wraps his arms around Minerva’s head in side-headlock position!

James Peters: Drake has a tight headlock in and Minerva is trying to shove him away, but Drake isn’t easily swayed! She bounces off the ropes and tries to throw Drake away, but he drags them both down to the mat in this position and now puts his knee into the back of Minerva! Drake showing off his mat wrestling too in the early goings of this match, not allowing Minerva back to her feet. Drake locks his hands around her face and wrenches back on the chin, his knee still pressed against the back of her neck! A tortuous facelock from Drake King, who looks like he’s about to snap the neck of Minerva in two!

Persephone: Wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked up her throat. You hear that Myles? You’re a cuck and you know it.

Rich Russillo: Drake lets go of this hold and now peels his eyes on Minerva, allowing her to get back to her feet. These two have shown us some spectacular technical wrestling tonight, but they know that their best chance is to use their numbers advantage and pick apart the other competitors in this match, one by one.

(Minerva gets back to her feet as she exchanges some indiscernible words with Drake King. The two look as if they’re in agreement, but still, it’s unknown what they’re discussing. Their eyes focus on the countdown clock as it begins from 5.)

FIVE!!!…

FOUR!!!!…

THREE!!!…

TWO!!!!…

(Drake and Minerva both pick up their weapons, Drake sporting that branding iron and Minerva with that Cat O’ Nine Tails Whip. They look around the chamber and stand tall in the middle of the ring.)

Rich Russillo: Oh boy, I pity whoever has to face these two-

ONE!!!…

BUZZ!!!!

Rich Russillo: THE THIRD ELITIST IN THE CHAMBER IS THE ‘MORAL COMPASS’ HIMSELF! THE SHORT SUPERSTAR! JAKE SMITH IS IN THE CHAMBER!

James Peters: JAKE STORMS RIGHT OUT OF HIS POD, HE’S WIELDING THAT 2×4 THAT HAS A…CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF HAILEE STIENFIELD ON IT! AND IT’S WRAPPED IN BARBWIRE! JAKE STORMS INTO THE RING AND HE BLASTS DRAKE ACROSS THE SHOULDER WITH THE 2×4! DRAKE FALLS TO THE GROUND AS MINERVA WHIPS THOSE CATTAILS AT JAKE SMITH! HE USES THE 2×4 TO CATCH THE CATTAILS AND DEFEND HIMSELF, MINERVA’S WIRE-SHARP BLACK FLOWERS DON’T CATCH JAKE! YET!

Persephone: Drake just got his ass beat by Haliee Stienfield, what a loser!

Rich Russillo: Minerva rips her whip back and away from that 2×4, NOW TRYING TO STRIKE THE LEGS OF JAKE! HE SIDESTEPS AND DROPS THAT 2×4 ONTO THE CANVAS! A BOOT TO THE MIDSECTION OF MINERVA AND JAKE HOOKS THE NECK FOR A DDT! TRYING TO DRIVE HER HEAD FIRST INTO HAILEE- No! DRAKE BACK IN THE MIX AS HE SWINGS THE BRANDING IRON AT THE FACE OF JAKE SMITH! THAT BRANDING IRON CRUSHES THE NOSE OF JAKE AND DROPS HIM TO THE GROUND WITH ABSOLUTE FORCE!

James Peters: I know that hurt! Jake knew he would be a victim of this New Eden presence in the match, the history he’s had with them has been so bitter and the blood boils over every time these Elitists step into the ring with one another! The bridge of Jake Smith’s nose is trickling small drops of blood into his weakly trimmed beard, he’s completely out of sorts after Drake slammed that branding iron into his face and now grabs him by the hair, scowling down at the wincing face of Jake Smith with nothing but pure contempt. Drake thought he had written the last chapter of their long history together with a win at Clash of Kingdoms 2, but Jake and Chris managed to rewrite an impossible sequence of events and gain the win over Drake and Camille at Wicked Games.

Rich Russillo: Drake hasn’t forgotten, nor has he forgotten anything since then. Drake may have ice in his veins, but Jake is more than just a thorne in Drake’s side. Right now, Drake is gonna make him pay for it! The Champion throws Jake’s face back to the ground and viciously stomps on his body! Boots from hell going right through the spine of Jake Smith! OH NO, DRAKE PROPS THE ARM AND HE’S LOOKING TO BREAK IT! DRAKE STOMPS ON THE ARM OF JAKE SMITH AND-

James Peters: NO! Jake evades it and manages to roll to the ropes, he looks taken aback that Drake’s attempted something so malicious from the get go, but this match isn’t for the faint of heart! Jake stands up and Drake runs at him with a lariat, Jake ducks under it and now fires a boot right into the midsection of Drake, stopping the champion in his tracks! He bounces of the ropes himself and-

CRACK!

James Peters: MINERVA STINGS THOSE CATTAILS OFF THE CHEST OF JAKE SMITH AS HE FALLS THROUGH THE ROPES IN PAIN, THUDDING ON THE CAGE FLOOR OUTSIDE! JAKE’S CHEST WITH SMALL CUT MARKS ALL OVER IT AS HE LEAKS SMALL STREAMS OF BLOOD THROUGH THE UNFORGIVING STEEL FLOOR! MINERVA STILL WITH THAT WHIP IN HAND, SHE FOLLOWS HIM TO THE OUTSIDE AND DRAGS HIM RIGHT TO THE CHAMBER OF CHRIS ELITE! MINERVA IS SHOVING THE FACE OF JAKE AGAINST THE GLASS AND BOUNCING IT OFF THE CHAMBER LIKE A BASKETBALL!

Rich Russillo: MY GOD, THE SOUND HIS SKULL MADE AGAINST THAT CHAMBER GLASS WAS ABSOLUTELY SICKENING! HE’S DAZED AND MINERVA IS STILL ON THE ATTACK! JAKE NEEDS ANOTHER MEMBER IN THIS CHAMBER MATCH BAD, BUT THEY’RE NOT COMING ANY TIME SOON!

James Peters: Minerva lifts him up by the hair, pulling it by the roots and RAISING THE WHIP UP TO HER HEAD! SHE’S GONNA LET LOOSE AGAIN! WAIT! NOT THIS TIME AS JAKE SHOVES HER BACK AND MANAGES TO EVADE THAT ATTACK! MINERVA CRACKS THAT WHIP AGAIN AND JAKE SIDESTEPS IT, NOW RETURNING FIRE WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE FACE OF MINERVA! HE KICKED HER IN THE FACE- DRAKE GRABBING JAKE’S FACE FROM INSIDE THE RING, LEANING OVER THE ROPES AND YANKING HIS NECK AGAINST THEM, BUT JAKE GRABS THE WHIP AND RIPS ONE OF THOSE RAZOR SHARP FLOWERS OFF, NOW JAMMING IT INTO THE EYE OF DRAKE KING!! JAKE STUCK IT STRAIGHT INTO HIS EYE AND DRAKE IS IN BAD CONDITION!

Rich Russillo: HE’S STILL TEETERING WITH HIS FEET ON THAT BOTTOM ROPE, HALF INSIDE THE RING, LEANING OVER THE TOP ROPE, JAKE HAS A HOLD OF HIM AS DRAKE CLUTCHES AT HIS EYE! JAKE-WAIT?! WHAT IS JAKE DOING?! HE’S GOT DRAKE NOW IN SUPLEX POSITION, PERHAPS LOOKING FOR ONE OF HIS SIGNATURE MICHINOKU DRIVERS ON THIS CAGE FLOOR! DRAKE IS GRABBING THE ROP ROPE FOR DEAR LIFE, DOING ANYTHING HE CAN TO-

CRACK!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA CRACKS THAT WHIP AGAIN FROM BEHIND JAKE SMITH AND HE DROPS DRAKE BACK INTO THE RING, FORCED TO BUCKLE TO HIS KNEES AND DOUBLE OVER IN PAIN! MINERVA STARES RIGHT AT CHRIS, TAKING SOME BLOOD FROM THE BACK OF JAKE SMITH AND SMEARING IT STRAIGHT ON THE GLASS POD, CHRIS ELITE IS CHOMPING AT THE BIT TO GET HIS HANDS ON NEW EDEN!

James Peters: That’s certainly a sight to behold, Chris Elite is being kept like a lion behind a curtain of Jake Smith’s blood, while Minerva is on the outside just tearing him apart. Jake Smith is in dire condition here. Minerva hoists him up and perches him on the top turnbuckle, they’re still outside the ring and a fall from that height…onto that cage floor…this structure is the worst weapon of all. Minerva follows him up there, OH BOY! SHE WANTS TO RIP JAKE DOWN TO THAT CARNIVOROUS STEEL BELOW- BUT JAKE SMITH WITH A NASTY HEADBUTT! AND ANOTHER ONE! HE SHOVES MINERVA OFF THE TOP ROPE AND SHE TUMBLES INTO THE RING-

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL?!? DRAKE KING ON THE OUTSIDE, HE RUNS UP THE ROPES LIKE A CAT AND STANDS JAKE UP ON HIS FEET! DRAKE KING SUPERPLEXES JAKE SMITH ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THAT STEEL CAGE FLOORING AND JUST RIPPED THEIR BODIES APART! OH MY GOD, DRAKE KING WITH A THUNDEROUS SUPERPLEX,

PUTTING HIS OWN BODY THROUGH HELL JUST TO TAKE JAKE WITH HIM, AND MY GOD, DID HE EVER!!!!

James Peters: GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY! DRAKE KING JUST SLAMMED THE BOTH OF THEM DOWN ONTO THAT UNFORGIVING AND BLOOD RIDDLED STEEL FLOOR BELOW, I THINK I HEARD SOME OF THEIR ORGANS CLATTERING AGAINST THEIR RIBCAGE, JESUS LORD!!

(Drake King rolls off Jake Smith in intense pain as he barely manages to crawl his way under the bottom rope. Minerva with a look of concern on her face as Drake King is unresponsive and still out after that massive superplex of Jake Smith.)

Rich Russillo: That one took both men out, my god. And I have an eerie feeling that won’t be the worst to happen to these men tonight. Minerva is trying desperately to tend to Drake, but he’s compromised. Drake is in as bad a condition as Jake is and now Minerva is the only one left on her feet. WAIT, BUT NOT FOR LONG!

FIVE!!!…

FOUR!!!….

THREE!!!…

TWO!!!…

(Minerva looks around the chamber, smearing the blood of Jake Smith on her own face as she awaits the next entrant.)

ONE!!!…

BUZZ!!!!

(The spotlight shines down on…)

Rich Russillo: HERE COMES RYAN WILSON! HE’S WIELDING THAT HOCKEY STICK THAT’S WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE AND BOY, HE’S EAGER TO GET INTO THIS MATCH! MINERVA SWINGS THE WHIP AT WILSON AND HE MANAGES TO BLOCK IT WITH THE HOCKEY STICK, THEN YANKING THE WHIP OUT OF MINERVA’S HAND AND CLOCKING HER IN THE FACE WITH THE HOCKEY STICK! BLOOD SPLATTERS OUT OF THE MOUTH OF MINERVA AND SPILLS ONTO THE CANVAS LIKE KOOL-AID!

James Peters: WILSON THEN SMACKS THE HOCKEY STICK AGAINST THE BACK OF BOTH DRAKE AND JAKE! RATTLING THE BARBED WIRE OFF THE SPINE OF DRAKE KING AGAIN AND IT SEEMS RYAN HAS FOUND A TARGET IN THE CHAMPION! HE KNOWS THAT IF HE CAN GET DRAKE OUT RIGHT NOW, THAT’S A HUGE BOOST OF CONFIDENCE IN THIS MATCH! RYAN DROPS THE HOCKEY STICK AND LIFTS DRAKE UP! HE HITS HIM WHERE IT HURTS WITH AN ATOMIC DROP AND NOW IRISH WHIPS HIM INTO THE CORNER! OH BOY, HERE COMES WILSON!

Rich Russillo: HE SURGES INTO THE CORNER WITH A HELLUVA KICK- NO! DRAKE JUMPED OUT OF THE WAY AND RYAN STRANDED HIMSELF ON THE TOP ROPE! DRAKE NOW GRABS MINERVA’S WHIP, WRAPS IT AROUND THE NECK OF RYAN WILSON AND RIPS HIM DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH IT! MAN, THAT WAS NASTY FROM THE CHAMPION AS HE NOW STOMPS ON THE BODY OF RYAN WILSON-

James Peters: OUT OF NOWHERE, JAKE SMITH BACK IN THE MIX AND HE CRACKS THAT 2X4 OVER THE BACK OF DRAKE’S HEAD! HE TRIED TO CRUSH HIS SKULL WITH THAT ONE AND MY GOD, DRAKE’S BODY HIT THE CANVAS HARD! NOW JAKE SEES WILSON, BUT TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO DRAKE KING! OH MY GOD, HE’S SMASHING THE 2X4 OVER THE BACK OF DRAKE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN! THAT BARBED WIRE AND WOOD ARE MAKING A HOME IN DRAKE’S VITAL ORGANS AND ABSOLUTELY BATTERING HIM! THIS MAY BE TAKING DRAKE TO A POINT OF NO RETURN BECAUSE HE CAN’T TAKE MANY MORE OF THESE-

SNAP!

Rich Russillo: JAKE SMITH HIT DRAKE KING SO MANY TIMES HE SPLINTERED THAT WOOD IN HALF! THE WOOD SPLIT INTO TWO MASSIVE SHARP WOOD SHARDS AND NOW JAKE LOOKS DOWN AT THE BLOODY, RIPPED AND MUTILATED PHOTO OF HALIEE STEINFEILD! HE LOOKS BACK AT DRAKE AND DRAGS HIM UP TO HIS KNEES! BANG! A SUPERKICK! A SUPERKICK THAT SNAPS OFF THE BACK OF DRAKE’S SKULL AND HIS BODY DUMPS INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! JAKE SMITH GRABS DRAKE BY THE BEARD AND TELLS HIM THAT HE’S GOING TO BE WRITING THE END OF THIS CHAPTER OF THEIR CAREERS! JAKE SMITH WANTS TO END DRAKE KING ONCE AND FOR ALL-

James Peters: RYAN WILSON LIKE A THUNDERBOLT, DELIVERS A HUGE HELLUVA KICK TO THE SIDE OF JAKE’S HEAD AS HE SPINS AROUND AND HITS THE ROPES BEFORE FALLING FLAT ON THE CANVAS! RYAN PICKS HIM UP AND SPINS THE BODY OF JAKE SMITH AROUND WILDY BEFORE DROPPING HIM WITH ‘LE BOMBE BLUE’!!!! THAT BLUE THUNDER BOMB THAT JUST DROPPED JAKE TO THE MAT WITH FORCE COULD BE WHAT WILSON NEEDS, HE GOES FOR THE COVER, TRYING TO ELIMINATE JAKE SMITH!!!

ONE!

TWO!

Rich Russillo: JAKE KICKS OUT, BUT FOR HOW LONG CAN HE STAY IN THIS?! HE’S TAKEN SO MUCH PUNISHMENT ALREADY AND WE’VE STILL YET TO EVEN GET TO ALL OF THE COMPETITORS IN THIS MATCH! WAIT! DRAKE FROM BEHIND, HE BLASTS RYAN WITH A FOREARM AND RYAN RETURNS FIRE WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! AN UPPERCUT THAT SLAMS OFF THE CHIN OF DRAKE KING! DRAKE COMES BACK WITH ANOTHER HARD FOREARM TO THE FACE OF WILSON AND RYAN BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES- NO! MINERVA WAS ON THE OUTSIDE, SHE WAS WAITING FOR HIM! MINERVA GRABS WILSON’S ARMS AS DRAKE CLOTHESLINES HIM OVER THE TOP AND SENDS HIM TUMBLING ONTO THAT CAGE FLOOR!

James Peters: Ryan just hit the floor hard and Minerva grabs him by that overgrown hair of his and starts to drag his face against the cage! Ryan’s face is shoved and dragged against the cage by Minerva, but Ryan shoves her away and hits her with another solid European uppercut! Minerva comes back with a NASTY LARIAT- BUT SOMEHOW RYAN STAYED ON HIS FEET! A DIFFERENT LEVEL OF TOUGHNESS FROM RYAN WILSON, WAIT!..HE FELL RIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF DRAKE KING AS HE WAS STUMBLING BACKWARDS, DRAKE SPINS HIM AROUND, HOOKS HIS ARMS AND PLANTS HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE STEEL WITH AN ‘ASCENSION’!!!!! RYAN WILSON IS OUT!!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE WITH AN ABSOLUTELY MERCILESS ‘ASCENSION’ ON THAT OUTSIDE AREA, RYAN WILSON’S FACE AND SKULL ARE MASHED POTATOES RIGHT NOW! Wait…

(Drake tilts his head up in the air, then stares down at Ryan Wilson, a deep breath of thought as he looks at Minerva and picks up Wilson.)

James Peters: DRAKE IS LIFTING WILSON UP ONCE AGAIN, MINERVA AIDING HIM, THEY’RE MOUNTING RYAN ON DRAKE’S SHOULDERS!!! WHAT IN GOD’S NAME- WAIT, NO! DRAKE RUNNING ACROSS THE RINGSIDE AREA AND POWERBOMBING RYAN THROUGH THE EMPTY POD CHAMBERRRRRRRRRRRR!!! RYAN’S BODY FOLDING AND BURIED UNDER THAT GLASS AS THE ENTIRE EXPLODED INTO DISBELIEF!!!!

(The crowd roars loudly at the spectacle as Drake King stumbles around the outside of the ring and uses Minerva to stay upright.)

Rich Russillo: THAT TOOK SO MUCH OUT OF DRAKE KING TOO, THIS MATCH HAS BEEN SO TAXING ON EVERY SINGLE COMPETITOR SO FAR AND NOBODY IS GONE YET! But for all intents and purposes, Ryan WIlson just may be. There aren’t any signs of motion or life coming from that pile he’s in, New Eden could drag him in the ring right now and likely finish this night for him-

James Peters: JAKE SMITH WITH DRAKE KING’S BRANDING IRON! HE CRACKS IT OVER DRAKE’S BACK AND DROPS THE CHAMPION TO THE GROUND! MINERVA CHARGES TOWARDS JAKE, HE DROPS THE BRANDING IRON AND SIDESTEPS MINERVA! HE GRABS HER BY THE HAIR AND THROWS HER FACE FIRST INTO THE CAGE WALL! AND AGAIN! JAKE SMITH RUNNING MINERVA’S PEARLY WHITES INTO THAT UNFORGIVING STEEL CHAIN LINK, NOW CLOTHESLINING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND SENDING HER TUMBLING BACK INTO THE RING!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA GOES FOR A BIG BOOT! JAKE CATCHES IT AND THROWS IT BACK TO THE GROUND, QUICKLY JUMPING UP WITH A SNAPPING ENZEGUIRI OF HIS OWN! MINERVA IS ROCKED AS JAKE THROWS HER TO THE GROUND AND JUST STARTS UNLOADING WITH PUNCHES! MY GOD, THIS RIVALRY IS SO DEEPLY PERSONAL AND JAKE SMITH WANTS TO MAKE NEW EDEN PAY! HE’S RAINING FIRE ON MINERVA WITH THESE BOMBS FOR FISTS, SHE’S COVERING UP, BLOODIED AND BRUISED, THERE’S BLOOD FROM BOTH COMPETITORS SPILLING ALL OVER THE HANDS OF JAKE AND THE FACE OF MINERVA!

James Peters: DRAKE KING BACK IN THE RING, HE PICKS UP THAT MASSIVE SHARD OF WOOD AND DRIVES IT RIGHT THROUGH THE UPPER ARM OF JAKE SMITH!!! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, JAKE SMITH SCREAMING OUT IN AGONY-

TEAR!

James Peters: DRAKE RIPS IT RIGHT BACK OUT AND I CAN SEE THE ACTUAL PIECES OF WOOD STILL LEFT INSIDE THAT ARM OF JAKE! HE LITERALLY WAS JUST STABBED STRAIGHT THROUGH THE ARM WITH THAT MASSIVE SHARD OF WOOD AND THERE ARE GOD KNOWS HOW MANY SPLINTER STILL IN HIS ARMS! MINERVA NOW COMES TO AND DIGS HER FINGERNAILS INSIDE OF THAT WOUND! JUST TRYING TO TEAR OPEN THE FLESH OF JAKE AND THE BLOOD IS REALLY SPILLING ALL OVER BOTH JAKE AND MINERVA!

Persephone: I CAN’T TELL WHICH ONE OF THESE THREE LADIES IS ON THEIR PERIOD, BUT GOOD LORD, THIS ONE’S A DOOZIE!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA AND DRAKE KING’S ALLIANCE AS FELLOW NEW EDEN MEMBERS HAS PAID DIVIDENDS TONIGHT! THEY’VE SHUT DOWN JAKE SMITH HERE AND ARE DISMANTLING HIM BRUTALLY! I CAN’T BELIEVE THE REFEREE LET JAKE COMPETE AFTER TAKING ESSENTIALLY A STAKE THROUGH HIS ARM! THAT MIGHT NOT BE THE WORST OF HIS PROBLEMS THOUGH, MINERVA AND DRAKE KING HAVE THE SAME LOOK IN THEIR EYES AND THEY’RE LIFTING JAKE SMITH UP TO HIS FEET, PERHAPS NEW EDEN WILL FINISH JAKE SMITH OFF ONE FINAL TIME. FOREVER SEALING THE COFFIN AND BURYING THE LEGACY OF JAKE SMITH AS NOTHING MORE THAN SOMEONE WHO COULDN’T STOP THEM.

(As Drake and Minerva keep Jake Smith upright, the fans seem to start buzzing tremendously and the world’s eyes collectively shift away from these three competitors…)

James Peters: Wait, what is….WAIT…IS THAT??? IT’S RYAN WILSON, HE’S ON TOP OF THE CHAMBER POD! HE’S ON TOP OF THE POD, WE THOUGHT HE WAS DOWN AND OUT, BUT HE’S AS HIGH AS HE’S EVER BEEN AND RYAN WILSON FLIESSSSS OFFF THE TOOOPPPPPP OFFFFF THEEEE PODDDDD WITH A WHISPER IN THE WINDDDDDDDDDDD!!!! A WHISPER IN THE WIND THAT TAKES EVERYONE OUT AND FLOORS ALL THREE COMPETITORS! RYAN WILSON IS BACK IN THIS MATCH!!

Rich Russillo: AND HE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE!

FIVE!!!…

FOUR!!!…

THREE!!!…

TWO!!!!…

ONE!!!!…

BUZZ!!!

(The crowd holds its breath in sheer excitement as the spotlight shines down on one of the pods.)

Rich Russillo: HERE COMES THE LIFE OF THE PARTY! JUSTIN WINDGATE IS IN THIS MATCH, BABY! JUSTIN WINDGATE AND HIS…PAINT…PAINTBALL GUN ARE IN THE MATCH! THIS MEANS THAT CHRIS ELITE WILL BE THE LAST ENTRANT AND THUS FAR, STILL NOBODY IS GONE FROM THIS MATCH!

James Peters: Justin Windgate takes his time getting into the ring, he knows that all four competitors are badly hurt. This could be his chance to…wait…what is he doing? Justin Windgate climbing to the top turnbuckle, now grabbing onto the top of the pod and pulling himself to the very top of the chamber pod….I have no idea what Justin Windgate is doing. Wait, WAIT! JUSTIN WINDGATE NOW SETS UP THE PAINTBALL GUN AND THESE FOUR COMPETITORS ARE JUST STARTING TO COME TO! MINERVA SEES WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN AND SHE DIVES OUTSIDE THE RING, SHELTERING HERSELF INSIDE ANOTHER POD!

Rich Russillo: JUSTIN WINDGATE OPENS FIRE AND HE IS NAILING THESE THREE MEN WITH PAINTBALLS! WINDGATE FIRING AT JAKE, DRAKE AND RYAN! BANG! RYAN GETS NAILED WITH A HEADSHOT, RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES AS JUSTIN FINISHES HIM OFF WITH A FEW MORE SHOTS TO THE CHEST AS RYAN HITS THE CANVAS AND TRIES TO ROLL UNDER THE TOP ROPE! DRAKE AND JAKE ARE TAKING SHELTER WHERE THEY CAN, JAKE GRABS THE BODY OF RYAN WILSON AND USES HIM AS A HUMAN SHIELD! BANG! BANG! RYAN’S BACK IS GETTING LIT UP AS JAKE USES IT TO PROTECT HIMSELF!

James Peters: DRAKE OUTSIDE THE RING, HE’S CLIMBING THE CAGE! HE’S CLIMBING UP TO THE TOP OF THE POD! JUSTIN WINDGATE SEES HIM NOW, STANDING UP AND PLACING THE GUN STRAIGHT IN FRONT OF DRAKE KING’S FACE! JUSTIN WINDGATE HASN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE HORRIFIC THINGS DRAKE DID TO HIM AT BLOODSPORT! JUSTIN WINDGATE FIRES A SINGLE SHOT AT THE FACE OF DRAKE AND THAT ONE SENT DRAKE FLYING BACK ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!

CRASH!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE’S BODY JUST SLAMMED AGAINST THAT METAL CAGE AGAIN AS JUSTIN WINDGATE SHOT HIM OFF CLIMBING ON TOP OF THE POD! WINDGATE ON HIS FEET, STILL FIRING AT HIS OPPONENTS! THOSE PAINTBALLS HAVE TO RUN OUT AT SOME POINT, BUT HE’S GOING TO MAKE THE MOST OF THEM! JAKE RUNS OUT FROM BEHIND RYAN, GRABS HIS HOCKEY STICK AND THROWS IT BARBED WIRE END AT JUSTIN WINDGATE! IT CLOBBERS JUSTIN IN THE FACE AND HE DROPS THE PAINTBALL GUN OFF THE TOP OF THE POD!

James Peters: JAKE SMITH CHARGES ACROSS THE RING, DIVING FOR THE PAINTBALL GUN-

Rich Russillo: MINERVA TAKES HIM CLEAN OUT OF THE WAY AND DOWN TO THE GROUND! SHE DROPS PUNCHES, ELBOWS AND HEADBUTTS THE FACE OF JAKE! MINERVA WAS GETTING HER FACE SMASHED IN BY JAKE EARLIER, SHE’S GONNA PUT JAKE THROUGH AS MUCH PAIN AS POSSIBLE RIGHT HERE- CRACK! NOW IT’S RYAN WHO SWINGS THE WHIP OF MINERVA AT HER OWN BACK AND STINGS HER DOWN TO THE MAT! HE DROPS THE WHIP AND GRABS THE HOCKEY STICK, SMASHING AGAINST THE CHEEK OF JAKE SMITH AND A DAMN TOOTH JUST FELL OUT WITH A POOL OF BLOOD FROM JAKE’S MOUTH! THERE’S A TOOTH SITTING ON THE CANVAS IN A SPILL OF HIS BLOOD!

Persephone: HE HAS DISEASES, EVERYONE PUT YOUR MASKS ON! I HEARD MIDGETITIS IS AIRBORNE!

James Peters: Drake barely managing to collect himself on the outside, Ryan Wilson SLAMS THAT HOCKEY STICK IN HIS FACE! MAN, HE WANTS REVENGE FOR THAT POWERBOMB FROM EARLIER! RYAN NOW UNWRAPPING THE BARBWIRE FROM THE END OF THE HOCKEY STICK, YELLING OUT IN PAIN, BLEEDING THROUGH IT, STILL RIPPING IT OFF! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?! RYAN TAKING THAT BARBED WIRE OFF AND NOW WIELDING IT IN HIS HANDS!

Rich Russillo: RYAN TAKES THE BARBED WIRE AND WRAPS IT AROUND DRAKE’S NECK!! HE’S WRAPPING THE BARBED WIRE AROUND DRAKE’S NECK, OH MY GOD, WILSON IS ACTUALLY TRYING TO KILL HIM! HE’S RAISING HIS FOOT UP LIKE HE’S GONNA STOMP ON IT! RYAN WILSON IS ABOUT TO STOMP ON THIS BARBED WIRE AND DRAKE KING IS-

BOOM!

James Peters: A HEADSHOT FROM MINERVA! SHE USED THE PAINTBALL GUN AND HIT RYAN RIGHT IN THE EYE WITH IT! RYAN’S EYEBALL MIGHT BE DESTROYED AS HE STUMBLES BACKWARDS AND ROLLS IN PAIN! DRAKE IS DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET THAT BARBED WIRE OFF, BUT IT’S CUTTING UP HIS HANDS AND HE’S BLEEDING ALL OVER HIMSELF! DRAKE IS CUTTING HIMSELF OPEN ON THIS BARBED WIRE, ONLY A MADMAN LIKE WILSON WOULD HAVE WILLINGLY DONE SOMETHING LIKE THIS TO HIMSELF AND DRAKE!

Rich Russillo: Minerva is trying to help untangle this barbed wire, but they’re both in pain trying to do it and WIlson really wrapped it tight around his neck. It’s slippery, sharp and a bloody mess.

Persephone: Sounds like Minerva’s dick after a night pounding Drake Queen.

(Minerva turns around, opens the ammo tank on the paintball gun, removes the bullets and stomps them into the steel grate below.)

Rich Russillo: Minerva’s doing everything she can to neutralize her opponents and get this barbed wire off Drake’s neck.

James Peters: They’re really struggling to get that wire away from Drake’s neck and slowly, we’re seeing small trickles of blood coming down the sides of his neck onto his shoulders. This really isn’t good for Drake or Minerva. His skin was a dark red color, now it’s becoming a paler, more depleted and empty color. Drake is showing the loss of blood volume here and this is a real problem, he might have to call this and let Minerva finish this match for New Eden. Allow the title to maintain within the group, without potentially dying inside this ring from blood loss.

Rich Russillo: IT AIN’T BLOOD LOSS! IT’S JUSTIN WINDGATE! HE’S PERCHED ON THE TOP OF THE POD STILL, HE’S COME TO AND NOW HE SOARS THROUGH THE AIR WITH A DIVING CROSSBODY, FLOORING MINERVA AND LANDING ON DRAKE TOO!!!! HE TAKES OUT NEW EDEN WITH THAT CROSS BODY! JUSTIN WINDGATE LEVELING THE PLAYING FIELD BY DIVING OFF THE POD AND RISKING IT ALL TO TAKE OUT BOTH MEMBERS OF NEW EDEN, BUT THAT TOOK A LOT OUT OF HIM TOO! JUSTIN WINDGATE HIT THAT STEEL FLOOR HARD AND HE’S CLUTCHING AT HIS RIBS AS JAKE AND RYAN COME TO INSIDE THE RING!

James Peters: Jake slugs Ryan with a big right hand! Ryan fires back with an uppercut! These two both trading power shots! NOW RYAN JUMPS WITH A KNEE THAT CONNECTS FLUSH ON THE JAW OF JAKE SMITH! RYAN BOUNDS OFF THE ROPES AND JAKE NAILS A BICYCLE KICK TO THE SKULL OF RYAN, NOW LIFTING HIM UP AND PARALYZING HIS BACK WITH A NASTY BACKSTABBER! JAKE WITH A BACKSTABBER THAT HAS RYAN DOWN! JAKE MAKES HIS WAY TO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE AND WAVES RYAN ON! HE INVITES HIM BACK TO HIS FEET! JAKE JUMPS TOWARDS RYAN WITH ‘HELL ABOVE’ AND DRIVES RYAN’S SKULL INTO THE CANVAS!

Rich Russillo: JUSTIN WINDGATE TRYING TO JUMP INTO THE RING! MINERVA GRABS HIS LEG AND RIPS HIM BACK! SHE POKES HIS EYE AND THEN SHOVES HIM BACK FIRST INTO ONE OF THE PODS! WINDGATE HIT HARD AS MINERVA NOW GRABS HIS ARMS AND PROPS HIM UP ON HER BACK…OH NO!!! MINERVA, DON’T!!!! MINERVA DROPS JUSTIN WINDGATE ON THE OUTSIDE WITH A VERTEBREAKER ON THE STEEL!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD, OH MY FUCKING GOD, JUSTIN WINDGATE’S CAREER SHOULD BE OVER, I DON’T CARE HOW MANY CONCUSSIONS A YEAR YOU WRESTLE THROUGH, THE BACK OF HIS HEAD IS DRIPPING BLOOD THROUGH THE STEEL GRATE!!!

Rich Russillo: It’s Minerva’s time! She gets back in the ring and goes face to face with Jake Smith! MINERVA FLOORS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! HE GETS UP AND MINERVA DROPS HIM AGAIN! THIS TIME JAKE GETS UP, MUCH MORE LABORED AND SLUGGISHLY! MINERVA TOSSES HIM AGAINST THE ROPES AND CATCHES HIM IN A NASTY SPINEBUSTER ON THE END OF IT! JAKE’S SPINE SLAMMED INTO THE MAT AS THE FOUNDATION SHOOK WITH THAT SPINEBUSTER!

(Minerva rolls away from Jake with an exhausted look on her face, she glances at the clock and it’s nearly at 5. She looks at Chris Elite and smiles at him, she’s ready to reignite this bad blood.)

FIVE!!!…

FOUR!!!…

THREE!!!…

TWO!!!!…

ONE!!!!…

(The crowd cheers heavily as Minerva prepares for Chris Elite.)

BUZZ!!!

James Peters: HERE COMES CHRIS ELITE! HE WAS WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT AND HE’S READY TO MAKE NEW EDEN PAY-

(Chris Elite is looking around and waiting for the pod door to open, but it’s jammed. The door isn’t opening and Chris doesn’t have any idea why.)

Rich Russillo: What the?! The spotlight is shining on Chris Elite, but his pod door is still shut?! He’s banging on the glass, he’s signaling for someone to come open the door, kicking it and banging on it, but that door is still shut!

(Minerva gleans a malevolent smile at Chris Elite as she drags Jake Smith back in the ring. Chris Elite is smashing against the pod glass as Minerva plants a foot on the base of Jake’s skull and keeps him pressed against the canvas.)

James Peters: Oh no..Minerva’s picked up on this malfunction of Chris Elite’s pod and she’s gonna torture him by making him watch this! MINERVA GRABS THAT WHIP OF HERS AND TAKES ONE OF THE FLOWERS IN HER HAND, OH NO, DON’T DO THIS MINERVA! SHE TAKES THAT RAZOR SHARP FLOWER AND STARTS TO CARVE OUT…A WORD!!?!? SHE’S ETCHING SOMETHING IN JAKE SMITH’S BACK! SHE’S DRAGGING THAT KNIFE SHARP FLOWER UP AND DOWN HIS BACK LIKE A FINGERPAiTNING AND JAKE IS CRYING OUT IN PAIN!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA JUST WROTE “NE”?!? SHE JUST CARVED OUT NEW EDEN’S INITIALS ON JAKE’S BACK AND JAKE SMITH IS ABSOLUTELY WRITHING IN PAIN! HE’S SUFFERING AND JUST HAD THOSE LETTERS CARVED INTO HIS SKIN, MINERVA IS SMILING BIGGER THAN I’VE EVER SEEN HER!! THIS IS DESPICABLE!

James Peters: IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW DEEP A RIVALRY IS, THAT’S INSANE. OKAY? SHE JUST TOOK THIS A STEP TOO FAR!

Rich Russillo: THIS IS THE EXTREME ELIMINATION CHAMBER, IF EVER A PLACE TO WRITE YOUR DAMN INITIALS INTO SOMEONE’S BACK IN BLOOD, IT’S NOW! MINERVA IS NEW EDEN FOR LIFE! IT’S FLOWING THROUGH HER VEINS! THIS GROUP IS SEALED AND BONDED IN BLOOD-

BUZZ!!!!

(A huge buzz is heard as the EAW fans explode into excitement and Chris Elite’s pod door finally opens.)

Rich Russillo: OH BOY, HERE HE COMES! THERE’S NO DOOR BETWEEN THEM NOW AND CHRIS ELITE IS WIELDING THAT PILLOWCASE FULL OF NOKIA PHONES!

Persephone: Out of every weapon he could’ve brought with him?!?!

James Peters: Y’ALL DON’T KNOW ABOUT THE NOKIAS MAN! THOSE THINGS WERE LIKE VIBRANIUM BACK IN MY DAY! CHRIS ELITE JUMPS OVER THE TOP ROPE AND MINERVA CRACKS THE WHIP AT HIM AS HE USES HE PILLOWCASE TO SHIELD HIMSELF FROM THOSE BLISTERINGLY SHARP BLACK ROSES! NOW CHRIS DUCKS UNDER A RIGHT HAND FROM MINERVA, SWINGS THE PILLOWCASE AROUND AND CATCHES MINERVA IN THE JAW WITH THAT PILLOWCASE OF NOKIAS! CHRIS ELITE SMACKED THE TASTE OUT OF HER MOUTH WITH THAT ONE!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA IS DROPPED TO HER KNEES AND DOESN’T KNOW WHERE SHE IS! CHRIS ELITE STARES DOWN AT HER AND SLAMS THE PHONES AGAINST HER SPINE! AND AGAIN! CHRIS ELITE IS ABSOLUTELY BEATING HER DOWN WITH THIS SACK OF NOKIAS!

Chris Elite: (off-mic) FUCK YA LIFE!

James Peters: DRAKE CAN SEE MINERVA BEING BEATEN BY CHRIS ELITE! DRAKE WITH A DISGUSTED LOOK ON HIS FACE, HE BITES DOWN AND STARTS RIPPING THE BARBED WIRE OFF OF HIS NECK! IT’S CUTTING THROUGH HIS FINGERS, SLICING HIS FACE OPEN AND CUTTING HIS NECK!!! DRAKE’S SCALP NOW DRIPPING BLOOD ALL OVER HIS FACE AS HE SCREAMS IN AGONY AND RIPS THIS CROWN OF SORTS FROM HIS HEAD!!!

Rich Russillo: BIG BHRIS SWINGS THAT PILLOWCASE OF NOKIAS AT THE SKULL OF MINERVA- NO! DRAKE INTERCEPTS HIM AND SMASHES CHRIS IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD WITH ONE OF THOSE PIECES OF 2×4!!!! HE CRACKED IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF CHRIS ELITE’S HEAD!

James Peters: DRAKE NOW LIFTING CHRIS UP, DRAKE WANTS TO GET HIM OUT OF THERE EARLY! HE LIFTS CHRIS UP FOR A POWERBOMB! ONTO HIS SHOULDERS AND NOW DRAKE RUNS ACROSS THE RING WITH CHRIS ELITE IN HIS ARMS, LOOKING TO DROP HIM NECK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! CHRIS ELITE ABLE TO COUNTER AT THE LAST SECOND WITH A HURRICANRANA THAT SENDS DRAKE TUMBLING HEADFIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! A WONDERFUL COUNTER FROM CHRIS ELITE, WHO STANDS BACK UP DRAWS A BOOMING REACTION OUT OF THIS ROAD TO REDEMPTION AUDIENCE!

Rich Russillo: CHRIS PICKS UP THE NOKIAS AGAIN, HE SWINGS IT AT AN ONCOMING MINERVA! SHE JUST BY THE SKIN OF HER TEETH AVOIDED THAT SWING, WHICH HAD DECAPITATING INTENT! NOW TAKING CHRIS ELITE’S BACK AND GRABS HIS NECK! INVERTED FACELOCK POSITION FOR MINERVA! SHE’S GOT A ‘TWILIGHT’ IN MIND! CHRIS WRESTLES OUT OF IT AND REVERSES THE HOLD, NOW HE’S GOT THE WRIST- NO! MINERVA SPINS OUT AND TAKES THE ARM OF CHRIS ELITE! WONDERFUL TECHNICAL WORK FROM BOTH ELITISTS AS CHRIS ELITE TRIES TO DUMP MINERVA OVER THE TOP ROPE WITH A BACK BODY DROP, BUT SHE LANDS ON HER FEET!

James Peters: MINERVA LANDED ON HER FEET AND SHE’S ON THE OUTSIDE! CHRIS STINGS HER WITH A FOREARM THAT SENDS HER STUMBLING AGAINST THE CHAMBER WALL! NOW CHRIS ELITE, HE JUMPS TO THE TOP ROPE AND FLIES TO THE OUTSIDE WITH A DIVING HURRICANRANA THAT NOW SENDS MINERVA HEAD FIRST INTO THE GLASS POD! CHRIS ELITE WITH ANOTHER HURRICANRANA AND HE GIVES MINERVA A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE FROM EARLIER!

Rich Russillo: Chris Elite dragging Minerva on the outside of the cage, he’s got personal stakes in this too beyond the championship and he’s been looking forward to this for weeks! Chris now with a punch! And another punch! THE SHOOT KICK TO THE LEG WOBBLED MINERVA! THE SPINNING BACKFIST NOW LANDS ON THE FACE OF MINERVA, HERE GOES CHRIS WITH THE ‘5 BOROUGH COMBO’-

James Peters: DRAKE KING THROUGH THE ROPES WITH A SUICIDE THAT TAKES CHRIS AND MINERVA DOWN TO THE GROUND! DRAKE KING IS DRENCHED IN BLOOD RIGHT NOW, IT’S RUNNING DOWN HIS HEAD, FACE, NECK AND BODY, BUT HE’S STILL FIGHTING LIKE A MAN POSSESSED! HIS FACE IS BARELY VISIBLE, IT’S COATED IN A RED CURTAIN OF BATTLE AND WAR! BUT HE WON’T GIVE IN! HE WON’T LET NEW EDEN LOSE THIS MATCH!

Rich Russillo: Drake is helping Minerva up to her feet, these two still standing at the same time is dangerous for everyone in this match. Look at Wilson! WILSON IS BACK UP AND HE CHARGES TOWARDS THE BOTH OF THEM, BUT NEW EDEN REPELS HIM BACK AND MINERVA LANDS ‘THE DEVIL’S TOUCH’ PINPOINT ON THE CHIN OF RYAN! THAT ONE FLOORED HIM AND HE CRUMBLED DOWN TO THE STEEL GRATE BELOW!

James Peters: Drake grabs Jake Smith and starts throwing him around violently, yelling and screaming in the face of Jake. Nothing is ever forgiven or forgotten with Drake King! DRAKE HOOKS THE HEAD AND ARM OF JAKE, LOOKING FOR A BRAINBUSTER! JAKE HAS A LEG INSIDE THE RING, UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE! HE’S HANGING ON, HE KNOWS TAKING A BRAINBUSTER ON THIS STEEL FLOOR COULD BE FATAL TO HIS CHANCES TONIGHT! OOOHHHH, DRAKE WITH A SOLID KNEE RIGHT TO THE MIDSECTION OF JAKE AS HE SHOVES HIM THROUGH THE ROPES AND JAKE STUMBLES INTO THE RING! JAKE GETS TO HIS FEET AND SWINGS WILDLY FOR DRAKE, BUT DRAKE AVOIDS IT AND TURNS IT RIGHT AROUND INTO A THUNDEROUS FALCON ARROW! A FALCON ARROW THAT SAT JAKE DOWN BAD!

Rich Russillo: JUSTIN WINDGATE BACK IN THE MIX, I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW AFTER THAT HORRID VERTEBREAKER THAT LITERALLY HAD HIS SCALP LOOKING LIKE A GUSHER ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! HE’S STILL HALF OUT OF IT AS HE TRIES TO MUSCLE DRAKE TO THE CORNER, BUT MINERVA’S ALREADY ON IT! NOW DRAKE HOPS TO THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE AS MINERVA HOLDS WINDGATE! SHE GRABS HIS WAIST AND DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX AS DRAKE KING ALSO HITS A BLOCKBUSTER SLAM AT THE SAME TIME! WHAT TANDEM OFFENSE FROM EAW’S MOST DOMINANT FACTION!

James Peters: Tandem being the perfect word because these two operate like a well-oiled machine. A well-oiled machine that Chris Elite apparently wants more part of! HE MAKES HIS WAY BACK INTO THE RING AND STARTS SWINGING TYSON LIKE HOOKS FOR THE SKULLS OF BOTH MINERVA AND DRAKE! THE CROWD IS CHEERING HIM AS HE CONTINUES TO FIGHT! DRAKE SWINGS FOR CHRIS AND CHRIS MANAGES TO DUCK UNDER IT AND SCRAMBLE TO HIS PILLOWCASE OF NOKIA PHONES! HE TWISTS IT UP AND CLOBBERS DRAKE IN THE SKULL WITH IT! THE CHAMPION FALLS TO THE CANVAS AS CHRIS ELITE FOCUSES HIS EYES WITH LASER SIGHT ON MINERVA!

Rich Russillo: SHE GOES FOR A LARIAT, BUT CHRIS USES THAT PILLOWCASE TO WISP HER HAND AWAY AND NOW SWINGS IT FOR HER HEAD LIKE A BASEBALL BAT! SHE EVADES THE ATTACK AND NOW FLOORS CHRIS WITH A CLOTHESLINE! MINERVA TAKES THE PILLOWCASE FROM CHRIS ELITE AND SWINGS IT OVER HIS BACK WITH ALL HER MIGHT! MY GOD, THOSE NOKIA PHONES ARE LIKE BRICKS WITH KEYPADS AND THEY’RE CRUNCHING OVER THE BACK OF CHRIS ELITE!

(Minerva unties the pillowcase and dumps all of the phones out of the sack, only to find that something got mixed in with them.)

James Peters: Is that…IS THAT…A CHIA PET???

Rich Russillo: IT IS!

Minerva: (off-mic) This thing has more hair on it than you do, Chris.

James Peters: SHE THROWS THE CHIA PET ACROSS THE CHAMBER, BUT CHRIS GRABS TWO PHONES, ONE FOR EACH HAND AND STARTS TO TEE OFF ON MINERVA! LEFTS AND RIGHTS, BING BONG, NOKIA HERE, NOKIA THERE, LEFT, NOW RIGHT, NOW DUCK!!! CHRIS IS BOXING UP A STORM WITH THESE PHONES AND NOW CRUSHES ONE STRAIGHT OFF THE FOREHEAD OF MINERVA! THE PHONE SNAPPED IN HALF AS MINERVA HIT THE CANVAS!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE FROM BEHIND, HE PUTS THE PILLOWCASE OVER CHRIS HEAD AND TRIPS HIM DOWN TO THE GROUND! HE LUNGES FORWARD AND NAILS HIM WITH THE ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’’!!!! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, HE JUST HIT THE ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ ON CHRIS ELITE AND SURELY HE’S DOWN AND OUT! THE WRITING IS ON THE WALL, BUT DRAKE COLLAPSES TO THE CANVAS OUT OF SHEER EXHAUSTION, HE CAN’T BRING HIMSELF TO COVER CHRIS! THEY’RE ALL BEYOND THEIR LIMIT, BUT STILL FIGHTING FOR EVERY BREATH TO WIN THIS CHAMBER!

(Chris Elite lays lifelessly as Minerva rips the sack from his head.)

James Peters: Wait…Why is she not pinning him?! WHY IS SHE NOT PINNING HIM?!? COME ON, YOU CAN END HIM RIGHT HERE AND NOW, MINERVA WANTS TO PLAY WITH NEW EDEN’S FOOD AND TORTURE CHRIS ELITE MORE THAN THEY ALREADY HAVE! THEY DON’T WANT TO END IT THERE, THEY WANT TO TAKE HIM OUT OF THIS GAME FOR GOOD!

(Drake sluggishly stands up and Minerva grabs the left leg of Chris Elite, looking at Drake King and cracking a devilish smile. Evil intentions are on the minds of New Eden.)

Rich Russillo: THESE TWO HYENAS ARE STOMPING AWAY AT THE LEFT LEG OF CHRIS! THEY’RE ELBOWING IT AND STOMPING IT, TRYING TO RIP IT APART AND RIP HIS LIGAMENTS IN HALF! THEY’RE ABOUT TO TORTURE CHRIS ELITE’S LEG! DRAKE WITH A STOMP, MINERVA RETURNS ANOTHER ONE TO THAT LEFT LEG OF CHRIS! THEY’RE BOTH TAKING TURNS PICKING IT APART, NOW DRAKE WITH A DRAGON SCREW! HE RIPS THAT KNEE OFF THE BASE WITH THAT DRAGON SCREW! A FEROCIOUS ATTACK FROM DRAKE AND CHRIS IS CLUTCHING AT HIS KNEE BADLY!!

Persephone: I’m surprised his knees didn’t buckle already from having to carry the weight of the Blicky Boyz on his back! That and that big ass bald boulder head of his!

James Peters: New Eden is on him like a pack of hounds just like everyone else in this match and we know exactly how that fared for them! Drake grabs hold of the hurt leg and now is looking to go for something, BUT NO! CHRIS USES HIS FREE LEG TO KICK AT DRAKE’S FACE FORCING HIM TO LET GO! Drake falls against the chainlink of the Chamber while Minerva is on the move, BUT CHRIS GRABS AHOLD OF HER HEAD WITH HIS LEGS BEFORE TURNING IT INTO A BEAUTIFUL HURRICANRANA! WHICH GIVES HIM THE MOMENTUM THAT HE NEEDS TO GRAB AHOLD OF DRAKE’S HEAD AND TAKE HIM DOWN WITH A SITOUT FACEBUSTER IN TRANSITION! CHRIS ELITE IS STILL FIGHTING!

(Chris drops right back down to the ground clutching onto his leg for dear life. It’s bloodied, and surely immobile, while he reaches out and grabs the chainlink and begins to try and pull himself up with all of his might. The best he can do is use the structure as a crutch in order to keep himself up, but it won’t be long before New Eden gets the better of him, so it’s just a scenario where he has to make this leeway that he has count.)

Persephone: :damn: Maybe if they go any further, we’ll have to amputate Chris’ leg! How fun would that be?!

Rich Russillo: Well I definitely don’t want to envision a scenario where that happens. Drake is clutching onto his head while Minerva is seated trying to get her bearings, BUT SHE DOESN’T SEE CHRIS SWING HIS LEG FORWARD TRYING TO KICK HER DEAD IN THE FACE! Which doesn’t happen because Minerva manages to roll backward just in time! Minerva holds her ground trying to collect herself before sprinting forward, BUT CHRIS PUSHES HIMSELF OFF THE CHAINLINK AND SPLITS MINERVA IN HALF WITH A SPEAR!

James Peters: I don’t know how much longer Chris can go, but it seems like he’s running off of pure adrenaline now despite himself dragging that leg behind him, it’s like he doesn’t feel anything! Drake is trying his best to get up now, BUT CHRIS CLUTCHES ONTO THE ROPES BEFORE LEAPING OFF OF THEM AND TAKING HIM BACK DOWN TO THE MAT WITH A SPLIT-LEGGED MOONSAULT!

Chris Elite: (Off-Mic) LET’S FUCKING GO!!!

(Chris is up on a knee now while the crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs for the Hall of Famer. Chris then looks towards the chainlink before taking a deep breath, he looks down at New Eden before once again he pulls himself towards the walls of the structure and looks up before…)

Persephone: Does this motherfucker have a death wish?! Why the fuck is he climbing up that shit?!

Rich Russillo: Chris is using all of his might to try and climb up the Extreme Elimination Chamber, I don’t even know how he has the strength to do that considering that he’s carrying deadweight behind him in the process!

Persephone: Hey, you don’t need to call him deadweight, you can just call Jake by name.

James Peters: You can see Minerva lunge forward grabbing ahold of the leg of Chris, but Chris despite all the pain manages to swing his injured leg towards the head of Minerva sending her back but also triggering a cry of pain from Chris as a result! Chris continuing to climb while Minerva falls right into Drake who is attempting to get up himself, both of them take their eye off the prize long enough…

Rich Russillo: FOR CHRIS TO LEAP OFF OF THE CHAINLINK OF THE CHAMBER AND TAKE BOTH MEMBERS OF NEW EDEN DOWN TO THE GROUND WITH A BEAUTIFUL AERIAL MOONSAULT! HOW IS CHRIS ELITE DOING IT?!

James Peters: Chris landed horribly on his leg forcing him to scrunch his face in agony but immediately he tried to get himself back up to his feet. Minerva is flat on the ground while Drake is slowly getting up, New Eden have probably gotten the hint that this isn’t turning out so well for them! Drake is up, BUT BEFORE LONG CHRIS GOES FOR OPEN YA MATA! THE JUMPING KNEE STRIKE TO THE HEAD OF THE WORLD CHAMPION!

Rich Russillo: BUT MINERVA FROM BEHIND WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO THE BACK OF THE KNEE OF CHRIS ELITE WHICH DROPS HIM DOWN! NOW LOOK AT NEW EDEN BEGINNING TO STOMP DOWN ON CHRIS’ LEG REPEATEDLY, CAUSING HIM TO ONCE AGAIN SCREAM IN AGONY BECAUSE OF THE SITUATION THAT HE’S UNFORTUNATELY FOUND HIMSELF IN RIGHT NOW!

James Peters: Oh my, Minerva and Drake have some clearly nasty plans for that leg of Chris Elite, they just slung him between the ropes to the outside of the ring and are talking with one another…oh no- THEY HOIST HIM UP AND TRAP HIS LEG IN THE CHAINLINK OF THE CHAMBER, CHRIS IS HANGING FROM THE CHAMBER WALL AS HIS LEG IS CARRYING ALL OF HIS WEIGHT RIGHT NOW! THEY’VE GOT CHRIS HANGING FROM THE SIDE OF THE CHAMBER AND MINERVA JUST GRABBED THE BRANDING IRON!

Rich Russillo: LOOK AT THIS! RYAN WILSON FLIES IN FROM BEHIND, BLASTING BOTH MEMBERS OF NEW EDEN! HE JUMPS ON MINERVA, BUT DRAKE RIPS HIM OFF AND THEN IRISH WHIPS HIM BACK TOWARDS MINERVA! ‘DEVIL’S TOUCH’ TO THE SKULL OF RYAN AND DRAKE KICKS OUT THE LEG OF THE DAZED BODY OF RYAN WILSON! NOW CHARGING FORWARD AND DELIVERING A- NO! THE ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ NEARLY SPELLED DOOM FOR RYAN’S CHANCES, BUT HE MANAGED TO ROLL HIMSELF BACK IN THE RING!

James Peters: IT DOESN’T MUCH MATTER WHEN THESE TWO NEW EDEN HOUNDS ARE HUNTING YOU DOWN! MINERVA STORMS TOWARDS WILSON AND HE EVADES THE ATTACK, SENDING MINERVA FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLES! SHE STUMBLES BACK TOWARDS HIM AND HE LIFTS HER UP FOR A GUTWRENCH SUPLEX! WHAT POWER FROM RYAN- BANG!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE KING WITH A JUMPING KNEE TO THE NOSE! NOW DRAKE, LIKE A LIGHTNING BOLT, MOVES TOWARDS WILSON AGAIN!

James Peters: THIS TIME RYAN SCOOPS HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS AND SWITCHES IT TO A POWERBOMB POSITION! WHAT RAW POWER AND STRENGTH FROM RYAN WILSON TO SUSPEND DRAKE IN THE AIR LIKE THIS THIS LATE IN THE MATCH!

Rich Russillo: RYAN SHOOTS HIM UP AND DRILLS DRAKE INTO THE CANVAS WITH A ‘CHEMIN DO CROIX’!!!! THAT CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB JUST FLATTENED DRAKE! NOW RYAN WILSON GRABS THE LEGS AND TURNS HIM OVER! SHARPSHOOTER! SHARPSHOOTER FROM WILSON AND THE CHAMPION HAS NOWHERE TO GO! DRAKE IS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING, NO ROPES AND NO WEAPONS AROUND, HE’S ALL ALONE AND RYAN WILSON HAS THAT SHARPSHOOTER IN DEE-

James Peters: MINERVA GRABS THAT BARBED WIRE FROM WILSON’S HOCKEY STICK EARLIER AND NOW SHE’LL USE IT AGAINST HIM! SHE THROWS THE BARBED WIRE AROUND HIS FACE AND STARTS GRINDING IT AGAINST HIS EYES! MINERVA JUST SLASHING AND RIPPING THIS BARBED WIRE AGAINST THE FACE OF RYAN WILSON! THAT BARBED WIRE WRAPPED ALL AROUND HIS FACE AND HEAD, MINERVA THROWS HIM TO THE GROUND AND DRAKE PLANTS HIS HEAD TO THE GROUND WITH A ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ THAT SHOVED ALL THAT BARBED WIRE STRAIGHT INTO THE FACE OF WILSON! A STOMP ON TOP OF THAT BARBED WIRE AND DRAKE LABORLY THROWS HIMSELF OVER TOP OF WILSON! DRAKE TO ELIMINATE RYAN WILSON!

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TWO!

THREE!

Bella Braxton: RYAN WILSON HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(The crowd boos as Drake and Minerva lay in the ring, both covered in blood, but Drake looks as if he’d bathed in it.)

Rich Russillo: SOMEHOW, THE FIRST ELIMINATION IN THIS MATCH COMES AT THIS MARK, RYAN WILSON IS GONE! THE NEW EDEN ALLIANCE OVERCAME HIM AND THESE TWO ARE PROVING TOO MUCH FOR VOLTAGE’S BEST! TOO MUCH FOR EAW!

James Peters: You’re not kidding and they’re both now turning their attention back to Chris Elite as he still dangles from the side of the cage. His knee isn’t looking great, these two have been fixating on his left leg for a while now and he’s been putting all of his body weight on it by being trapped along that cage wall!

(Drake approaches Chris Elite and appears to grow more infuriated with every second he looks at him.)

RIch Russillo: DRAKE JUST SLAPPING CHRIS IN THE FACE AND ANGRILY YELLING IN HIS EAR, BANG! ANOTHER HARD SLAP AS DRAKE NOW GRABS HIS HEAD AND RAMS THE BACK OF IT AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE CHAMBER! AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, DRAKE CONTINUOUSLY JUST RUNNING THE BACK OF CHRIS ELITE’S HEAD INTO THE STEEL CHAMBER WALL! HE’S IN A FRENZY AS HE JUST KEEPS RAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE STEEL SIDES, HE’S SEEING RED, BOTH LITERALLY AND FIGURATIVELY! LOST IN A SEA OF RAGE, EXHAUSTION AND HIS OWN BLOOD, DRAKE KING IS LOSING IT!

James Peters: MINERVA NOW TURNS ON THE BRANDING IRON AND IT’S HEATING UP! THEY’RE GONNA BRAND CHRIS ELITE AND MAKE HIM FOREVER REMEMBER WHAT NEW EDEN DID TO HIM! DRAKE AND MINERVA, NEW EDEN ABOUT TO STICK THAT WHITE HOT BRAND TO THE SKIN OF CHRIS ELITE AS HE CRIES OUT IN PAIN, TRYING TO GRAB HIS LEFT KNEE, BUT HE’S STILL SUSPENDED ON THE SIDE OF THE CAGE!

Rich Russillo: OH NO, MINERVA IS HANDING THE BRAND TO DRAKE-

(Drake looks at the branding iron with a look of uncertainty, then his eyes travel to Minerva’s and Drake takes the branding iron from her.)

James Peters: Drake…just turned off the branding iron?! He tosses it into the ring AND THEN RIPS CHRIS ELITE BACK DOWN TO THE STEEL FLOOR! WHAT IS DRAKE DOING?! EVEN MINERVA HAS A LOOK OF CONFUSION ON HER FACE, BUT DRAKE’S MADE IT CLEAR HE DOESN’T WANT TO BRAND CHRIS ELITE! AT LEAST NOT HIS SKIN, BUT DRAKE MIGHT BE SATISFIED WITH TAKING THIS LEG OUT OF COMMISSION FOR THE REST OF THE SEASON! DRAKE KING DRAGS THE BODY OF CHRIS ELITE OVER TO THE GLASS POD AND- OH NO!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE JUST POSITIONED THE LEG OF ELITE IN THE DOORWAY OF THE POD- DRAKE KING SLAMS CHRIS ELITE’S KNEE IN THE DOOR OF THAT CHAMBER POD!!! OH MY GOD, HIS KNEE MADE A CRUNCHING SOUND AS THAT LEFT LEG GOT RIPPED APART BEING CRUSHED IN THAT DOOR! AND AGAIN DRAKE RAMS THE DOOR STRAIGHT INTO CHRIS’ LEG, TRAPPING IT BETWEEN THE DOOR AND THE POD, TRYING TO RIP HIS KNEE APART FOR THE REST OF HIS CAREER!

James Peters: CHRIS ELITE’S LEFT LEG IS TOAST AND DRAKE KING JUST PUT THE FINISHING TOUCHES ON WHAT HAS BEEN AN EXCRUCIATING NIGHT FOR CHRIS ELITE! Drake, stumbling back and falling down onto the steel, wiping away the mask of blood on his face and from his eyes. Chris Elite is writing around in so much pain, he sees Minerva inside the ring, her forearm planted in the base of Jake Smith’s skull as both men are seemingly falling to New Eden. Chris Elite is trying to stand up- oh man, he just tried to put weight on that leg and fell straight back down to the ground in absolute agony. There’s no way he can continue this match, his leg is done.

(The referee walks over to Chris, trying to examine if he’s medically able to continue the match. Chris is pleading with the referee to continue but-)

Rich Russillo: WHAT THE HELL?!? DRAKE JUST SHOVED THE REFEREE AWAY AND GRABBED CHRIS ELITE AGAIN! HE’S UNHINGED, THIS STRUCTURE TRULY IS BRINGING OUT THE UTTER DEVIL INSIDE THIS MAN! HE PLANTS CHRIS HEAD WHERE HIS LEG ONCE WAS AND NOW, HE’S GONNA TRY AND SLAM CHRIS ELITE’S HEAD IN THE DOOR OF THAT POD! DON’T DO THIS, DRAKE, COME ON!

James Peters: DRAKE RIPS THAT DOOR BACK AND-

James Peters: THE REFEREE STEPS IN! HE JUST STEPPED IN AND CHRIS ELITE CAN’T CONTINUE, THE REFEREE WON’T LET HIM COMPETE ANYMORE!

Bella Braxton: DUE TO A MEDICAL DISQUALIFICATION, CHRIS ELITE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(The entire arena breaks out in boos as Drake King turns his attention to Justin Windgate and Jake Smith. A stretcher is being brought into the Chamber for Chris Elite, due to him being unable to walk.)

Rich Russillo: WAIT, WHAT IN THE-

James Peters: MINERVA JUST BULLDOZED OVER THE MEDICS CARRYING THE STRETCHER! THAT’S TOO FAR, THEY’RE NOT EVEN IN THIS MATCH! SHE’S NOW DRAGGING CHRIS ELITE TO THE CHAMBER DOOR AND SHE TOSSES HIM OUT ONTO THE STAIRS AS CHRIS ELITE TUMBLING DOWN AND SPLATTERS ONTO THE FLOOR! THE ULTIMATE DISRESPECT FROM MINERVA AS CHRIS IS COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DEFENSELESS! THAT’S STANDARD CHARACTER FOR A NEW EDEN MEMBER, NO MORALS AND NO RESPECT!

Rich Russillo: I mean, Chris probably would have done the exact same to them. There’s no holds barred right now and New Eden isn’t expected to be anything but cruel. But even that was…extreme. Fits the bill, but still, sickening to watch something like that happen to a legend like Chris Elite. I mean, his season could be over, don’t bet on him performing next week against Harlow and Xavier.

James Peters: Certainly not, but Drake just shoved all the other medics out and slammed the chamber door shut behind him. There’s only two left to oppose New Eden, this isn’t good for either Jake or Justin! Jake Smith gets to his feet, just barely clinging to breath, trying to use the cage to keep him up, but Minerva is headed straight for him!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE AND JUSTIN WINDGATE HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN THE EVENTS THAT TRANSPIRED BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM ONLY A FEW MONTHS AGO, THEY MEET IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! FACE TO FACE, THESE TWO ARE GIVING EACH OTHER A STARE OF DEATH! HERE THEY GO! JUSTIN FIRES FIRST WITH A HUGE PUNCH TO THE SIDE OF DRAKE’S HEAD, BUT DRAKE RETURNS WITH AN EVEN SHARPER FOREARM STRAIGHT TO THE CHIN! NOW JUSTIN GOES FOR A SPINNING HEEL KICK TO THE MIDSECTION OF DRAKE KING, BUT DRAKE AVOIDS THAT ATTACK AND CATCHES THE LEG! HE THROWS IT DOWN AND SPINS AROUND WITH A DISCUS ELBOW THAT ABSOLUTELY TRUCKS JUSTIN AND DROPS HIS BODY TO THE CANVAS LIKE DEADWEIGHT!

James Peters: OUTSIDE THE RING ON THE OTHER SIDE, MINERVA AND JAKE SMITH ARE LIKE TWO DOGS GOING AT IT! THEY’RE BOTH BEATEN AND BATTERED, BUT JAKE IS WORSE OFF AND HE’S STRUGGLING TO HANG ON! HE’S BEEN PUT THROUGH LITERAL HELL TONIGHT AND HIS CAREER WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER THIS MATCH, REGARDLESS OF RESULT!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA TRYING TO BEAT JAKE SMITH TO A PULP, SHE’S STOMPING A HOLE STRAIGHT THROUGH HIS CHEST RIGHT NOW! PEELING HIM BACK TO HIS FEET, A HUGE PUNCH TO THE JAW AS IT STUMBLES JAKE BACKWARDS, LEANING AGAINST THE POD AND HIS EYES ROLLING ALL OVER THE PLACE, HE’S RATTLED BAD! MINERVA ACES TOWARDS HIM LIKE A CHARIOT AND NOTHING WILL STOP HER-

James Peters: JAKE SMITH WAS IN SO MUCH PAIN, HE DROPPED TO THE GROUND AND MINERVA RAN STRAIGHT INTO THE GLASS POD AND BROKE RIGHT THROUGH IT, COLLAPSING DOWN TO THE FLOOR AND BEING SURROUNDED BY A PILE OF RUBBLE! OH MY GOD, MINERVA JUST TOOK HERSELF OUT AND JAKE SMITH IS SOMEHOW ALIVE! MINERVA WENT HIGH RISK, SHE PAID THE PRICE FOR IT!

Rich Russillo: BACK IN THE RING, DRAKE MOVES IN ON JUSTIN, BUT HE’S STUNG BY A SUPERKICK FROM THE ‘XTREME CLASSIC’!!! RIGHT ON THE BUZZER AS DRAKE IS HURT BAD! JUSTIN GOES TO THE CORNER AND COMES CHARGING OUT WITH A SPEAR THAT- NO! DRAKE TURNED IT INTO AN “ASCENSION’!!! AN ‘ASCENSION’ EVEN AFTER THAT SUPERKICK!!! A FLASHBACK TO BLOODSPORT WHEN DRAKE COUNTERED WITH THIS SAME MOVE, HE KNOWS JUSTIN WINDGATE TOO WELL!!

James Peters: JAKE SMITH NOW IN THE FOLD WITH A SHINING WIZARD TO THE SKULL OF DRAKE KING! HE TURNED HIM INSIDE OUT WITH THAT SHINING WIZARD AND DRAKE ROLLED UNDERNEATH THE BOTTOM ROPE! JAKE SMITH SEES HIS CHANCE TO CAPITALIZE ON DRAKE’S HANDIWORK! HE TAKES OUT WINDGATE AND HE’S ONE STEP CLOSER TO GLORY!

Rich Russillo: JAKE SMITH LIFTS JUSTIN WINDGATE UP, LIGHTNING FAST MOVEMENTS FROM JAKE AND HE CORKS JUSTIN’S NECK AND HEAD TO THE MAT WITH A ‘STARMAKER’!!! A ‘STARMAKER’ AS JUSTIN LOOKS COMPLETELY OUT OF IT AND JAKE COVERS HIM FOR THE ELIMINATION!

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James Peters: JUSTIN WINDGATE POWERS OUT! HOLY HELL, HOW DID HE POWER OUT OF THAT ‘STARMAKER’ OH MY GOD, HE’S STILL IN THIS!!!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Persephone: NO, IT’S NOT! ALL THAT MARIJUANA HAS FUZZED OVER HIS BRAIN AND MAKES HIM IMMUNE TO DAMAGE I BET, SOMEONE FIND HIS PAINTBALL GUN AND JAM IT DOWN HIS THROAT!

Rich Russillo: HE’S SOMEHOW STILL IN THIS MATCH AND JAKE SMITH CAN’T BELIEVE THAT HE DIDN’T JUST END JUSTIN’S NIGHT! JAKE KNOWS ONE MORE BIG ATTACK AND SURELY, SURELY IT’S OVER FOR JUSTIN! HE DRAGS HIM UP TO A VERTICAL BASE AND HOOKS ONE ARM! HE SUSPENDS HIM IN THE AIR, LOOKING FOR ‘MISS MURDER’-

James Peters: JUSTIN PUTS A THUMB IN THE EYE OF JAKE AND HE’S FORCED TO DROP WINDGATE! ALL IS FAIR IN THIS MATCH AND WINDGATE KNOWS IF HE’S GONNA SURVIVE, HE’S GOTTA DO WHAT HE’S GOTTA DO! THIS MAN IS A TRUE VET AND WON’T GO OUT QUIETLY!!!! NOW IT’S JUSTIN WINDGATE WHO TURNS THINGS AROUND AND ABSOLUTELY STUNS JAKE SMITH WITH A RIGHT HAND FROM HELL! NOW GRABBING JAKE’S NECK AND RUNNING UP THE TURNBUCKLES, ‘RUN IT UPPPPPPP’!!!!!

Rich Russillo: NO!!!! JAKE SMITH USED THE POSITION AND TWISTED JUSTIN WINDGATE’S HEAD DOWN TO THE CANVAS WITH A MODIFIED ‘STARMAKER’ IN MIDAIR! WHAT A COUNTER FROM JAKE, WHO DRAGS JUSTIN TO THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AND DRAPES HIMSELF OVER WINDGATE, SURELY THIS HAS GOT TO BE ALL SHE WROTE!

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Bella Braxton: JUSTIN WINDGATE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(EAW Crowd erupts in boos as Jake Smith is too exhausted to even acknowledge or taunt them. He can’t even lift himself off the canvas, just crawling to the bottom turnbuckle, trying to find even the smallest bit of sanctuary in this match.)

James Peters: What a showing tonight for Justin Windgate, whenever he competes, you can guarantee that he’s going to display the heart of a lion and a champion, win or lose, he comes to compete. He’s given us some of our most memorable matches thus far this season and he just did again tonight. Have to give your hat to a man that always shows up.

Rich Russillo: I agree, but I don’t think Jake realizes what he’s done. With Justin Windgate out of this match, that means it’s just him, Minerva and Drake King left…That’s the opposite of what Jake wants and it seems as if he’s just starting to realize it. There’s a cold and nervous expression on the face of Jake Smith, he’s understanding now that Minerva and Drake King are the only two left and to face both of them by himself is going to be the hardest hill he’s climbed tonight, which is saying something.

Persephone: He’s toast, he doesn’t stand any chance at all. I mean, look at this, Drake and Minerva are both coming to and realizing this same thing, Jake just grabbed that branding iron for protection, but it won’t matter much. He’s about to get spanked and put away like he always does, a loser that loses once again. Nothing new.

James Peters: Jake Smith is armed with that branding iron as Drake and Minerva start to creep towards him! JAKE SMITH KNOWS THAT RIGHT NOW IT’S ALL OR NOTHING! HE RUNS FORWARD AND AMBUSHES DRAKE FIRST! DRIVING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLES AND UNLOADING WITH THE BRANDING IRON! HE’S SMASHING IT OVER DRAKE, WHO’S TRYING TO COVER UP AND DEFEND HIMSELF, HE CAN’T EVEN SEE THERE’S STILL SO MUCH BLOOD IN HIS EYES AND HAIR, HE’S A MESS!

Rich Russillo: JAKE TURNS HIS ATTENTION TO MINERVA, WHO GETS IN THE RING AND HE SWINGS THE BRANDING IRON AGAIN! SHE TAKES THE SHOT TO THE RIBS, BUT MANAGES TO CATCH IT AS WELL! SHE’S GOT THE BRANDING IRON AND DRAKE BLASTS JAKE FROM BEHIND! TRUCKING JAKE AND SENDING HIM BARRELING TO THE CANVAS! THEY’RE BOTH UNLOADING WITH A FLURRY OF PUNCHES AND KICKS NOW! STOMPS TO THE CHEST AND ARMS OF JAKE SMITH, HE’S IN DIRE NEED OF A MIRACLE RIGHT NOW!

James Peters: HE TRIES TO LUNGE UP AND GRAB DRAKE BY THE HAIR, NOW PUTTING A THUMB INTO THE EYE OF MINERVA! JAKE DOING ANY AND EVERYTHING TO MOUNT SOME OFFENSE HERE! DRAKE BREAKS FREE- BUT JAKE STINGS HIM WITH A SUPERKICK! A BLISTERING SUPERKICK THAT HAS DRAKE WOBBLED! JAKE CATCHES HIM AND GRABS HIS NECK! SETTING DRAKE UP FOR THE ‘STARMAKER’!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA UP AGAIN AND SHE WELCOMES JAKE SMITH TO ‘THE DARK’!!! SHE JUST SPIT BLACK MIST IN HIS FACE AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE THAT CAME FROM! SHE SPIT BLACK MIST EVERYWHERE AND JAKE IS BLINDED! HE CAN’T SEE AND NOW MINERVA FINALLY AGAIN SEES HER WHIP LAYING ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! SHE TRIPS JAKE TO THE GROUND AND GRABS HER WHIP-

James Peters: LOOK AT JAKE! JAKE SCOOPS UP THE ONCOMING MINERVA AND DELIVERS AN USHIGOROSHI THAT DROPS HER TO THE GROUND! JAKE SMITH SOMEHOW MOUNTING AN INCREDIBLE ATTACK RIGHT NOW, HE’S DOING IT, HE’S DOING THE IMPOSSIBLE! HE’S WALKING THE WIRE BETWEEN BUILDINGS AND NOT FALLEN YET! DRAKE KING IS GETTING BACK TO HIS FEET, JAKE SMITH GRABS MINERVA’S WHIP AND HEADS FOR THE TURNBUCKLES! HE’S SCALING THEM AND ASCENDING TO THE VERY TOP-NO! HE’S GOING TO THE TOP OF THE POD WITH THAT WHIP!

Rich Russillo: HE’S STANDING ON TOP OF THE POD, BUT DRAKE IS ON HIS HEELS! HE’S RIGHT BEHIND HIM AND JAKE IS SHREDDING UP THOSE HANDS OF DRAKE WITH CRACKS OF THE WHIP, BUT THE CHAMPION DOESN’T CARE! DRAKE’S MIND IS LOST AND HE’S COMPLETELY OUT OF IT RIGHT NOW, HE’S GOING TO DO ANYTHING NECESSARY TO STOP JAKE SMITH FROM WINNING THIS MATCH AND WRITING THE END OF THEIR STORY TOGETHER! MINERVA ON HER WAY UP THERE TOO, BUT JAKE STOMPS ON DRAKE’S HEAD AND STUNS HIM BAD ON TOP OF THAT POD! JAKE HAS TO ACT NOW, HE NEEDS SOMETHING BIG!

James Peters: WAIT, WHAT IS HE?!? HE’S TYING THAT WHIP AROUND THE NECK OF DRAKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, JAKE?!?! JAKE SMITH HAS THE END OF THE WHIP TIED IN A KNOT AROUND DRAKE’S NECK AND HE’S TYING THE OTHER END TO THE…TO THE CAGE!??! AS HIGH AS JAKE CAN GET ON THE SIDE OF THAT CHAMBER, HE’S TYING TO THE OTHER END OF THE WHIP, OH MY GOD, JAKE, DON’T DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GONNA DO!!!! NO!!! DON’T!!!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA GETS TO THE TOP OF THE POD-

Persephone: HOLY FUCKING SHIT-

James Peters: JAKE SHOVES DRAKE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE AND TRIES TO HANG HIM FROM MINERVA’S WHP- OH MY GOD-

Rich Russillo: –

James Peters: MINERVA TACKLES JAKE OFF THE TOP AND GRABS THE ROPE AS THEY ALL FALL TO THE STEEL GRATE BELOW AND SNAP THAT WHIP UNDER THE WEIGHT AS DRAKE’S NECK IS RELEASED AND THEY SMASHED TO THE FLOOR!!!! OH MY GOD, JAKE SMITH JUST TRIED TO KILL DRAKE KING, THAT WAS TRULY MURDEROUS AND I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT JAKE WOULD DEVOLVE TO THAT DEPTH TO WIN THIS MATCH.

Rich Russillo: MINERVA SAVED DRAKE’S LIFE, THANK GOD SHE GOT THERE WHEN SHE DID, HAD SHE NOT SNAPPED THAT WHIP UNDER ALL THAT TENSION, DRAKE KING WOULDN’T BE HERE WITH US RIGHT NOW, MY GOD!!!

Persephone: That was insane, like, literally insane.

James Peters: Minerva is managing to get to a knee and she knows that if she’s to finish this match for all intents and purposes, it’s right now! They just fell from the top of the pod all the way to the floor and Drake King is out of it, but so is Jake Smith! Minerva needs to end Jake Smith now and solidify the win for New Eden! She knows it and she’s got Jake by his trunks, doing anything she can to drag him back into the ring!

Rich Russillo: MINERVA HAS HER EYES ON JAKE SMITH, THERE’S NOBODY HERE NOW TO STOP HER! IT’S MINERVA’S TIME TO SHINE! SHE’S EYEING THE ‘ATLAS FALLS’!!!! MINERVA, FOR THE WIN, FOR THE WORLD, FOR NEW EDEN, FOR EVERYTHING-

(The audience’s attention shifts to the top of the stage as Minerva drops Jake Smith to her feet and looks up at the stage.)

Rich Russillo: IT’S BIG BHRIS! IT’S CHRIS ELITE! HE’S HOBBLING HIS WAY ONTO THE STAGE, HE JUST FELL DOWN, BUT HE’S GONNA STUMBLE HIS WAY BACK DOWN TO THIS RING IF HE HAS TO! I WONDER IF HE IS COMING OUT HERE TO EXERCISE THE POWER OF THE GAWD CONTRACT??? OH MY GOD, WHAT HE IS ABOUT TO DO?!?!

James Peters: CHRIS ELITE KNOWS THAT’S HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER, HE ISN’T GOING TO LET THINGS END THE SAME WAY FOR HIM AS THEY DID FOR CHRIS! HE’S GOT THE GAWD CONTRACT AND HE’S GONNA USE IT!

Rich Russillo: –

Persephone: YES!

CRACK!

James Peters: I- WHAT THE, WHO IS- WHAT THE HELL?!?!? MYLES JUST CAME STORMING DOWN THE RAMP AND SMASHED THE CASH IN THE VAULT BRIEFCASE OVER THE BACK OF CHRIS ELITE! MYLES SMASHED THE BRIEFCASE OVER CHRIS ELITE’S BACK AND NOW MYLES IS DRAGGING HIM DOWN THE RAMP AND NEXT TO THE CHAMBER! HE’S GONNA FORCE CHRIS ELITE TO WATCH HIS PARTNER FALL! THIS IS CRUELTY TO A NEW EXTENT!

(Drake King reaches down and pulls a small chain and padlock from his boot, smiling at Chris Elite as he approaches the chamber door.)

Rich Russillo: DRAKE HAS A PADLOCK AND HE JUST LOCKED THE CHAMBER DOOR SHUT WITH THE LOCK AND CHAIN! NOW NOBODY IS GETTING IN THERE! CHRIS ELITE IS FORCED TO WATCH AT RINGSIDE AS MYLES IS PRYING HIS HEAD AGAINST THE OUTSIDE OF THE CAGE AND MINERVA LIFTS JAKE SMITH UP! SHE DRIVES HIM BACK DOWN WITH AN ‘ATLAS FALLS’ THAT TOOK ANY LIFE LEFT JAKE HAD! HIS BODY IS DONE AND HE’S NOT MOVING! HE CAN’T EVEN GET MEDICALLY DISQUALIFIED BECAUSE NOBODY CAN GET INTO THAT DAMN CHAMBER! CHRIS ELITE IS BEING FORCED TO WATCH THIS HEARTBREAKING DISASSEMBLY OF HIS PARTNER, WHO IS JUST BEING MAULED AND TORTURED RIGHT NOW!

James Peters: CHRIS WANTS TO GET IN THERE AND FIGHT SO BAD, HE CAN’T MOVE BECAUSE MYLES HAS HIM PINNED AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE CHAMBER AND HIS LEG IS SHOT AS IS! HE COULDSN’T EVEN WALK DOWN THAT RAMP TONIGHT, LET ALONE FIGHT OFF MYLES!

(Drake tilts his head into the air, wipes the blood and sweat from his eyes and runs his hands through his hair, then his head pans down and he zeroes in on Jake Smith.)

James Peters: DRAKE KING FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RING, HE STOMPS JAKE’S HEAD INTO THE GROUND WITH ONE FINAL ‘JUDGEMENT DAY’ THAT DIDN’T EVEN FLINCH JAKE! HE WAS ALREADYOUT, THAT WAS JUST NEW EDEN’S CHERRY ON TOP! THEY’RE JUST TRYING TO END HIS LIFE AND CAREER RIGHT NOW!

Rich Russillo: DRAKE KING STEPS ASIDE AND MINERVA DROPS DOWN ON TOP OF JAKE SMITH. SHE SMILES A COLD, BLOODY SMILE AT CHRIS ELITE AS THE REFEREE DROPS DOWN TO COUNT JAKE OUT AND END THIS MISERY!

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Bella Braxton: JAKE SMITH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!

(The crowd boos as Minerva rolls off Jake, and Drake helps her back to her feet.)

Rich Russillo: I mean, that was…unbelievable. We’ve been witness to a lot of violence this season, but what these men and Minerva just put each other through is vile. Jake Smith and Chris Elite are in no way going to be cleared to compete next week and I don’t see how they can for the next few months. They’ve both suffered potentially career ending injuries tonight-

James Peters: MAN, NOW MYLES RUNS CHRIS ELITE INTO THE CAGE, FACE FIRST AND CHRIS FALLS TO THE FLOOR, NO WAY TO DEFEND HIMSELF OR FIGHT BACK, THIS ISN’T RIGHT! MYLES DROPS THE BRIEFCASE AND PICK CHRIS ON HIS SHOULDERS!!! THE ‘DE FACTO’ ON THE FLOOR FROM MYLES JUST ABSOLUTELY CRUSHES CHRIS ELITE AND ADDS SO MUCH INSULT TO INJURY! THIS IS HEINOUS, ABSOLUTELY EVIL ON THE PART OF NEW EDEN!

(The camera pans back to the ring, where Drake and Minerva are seen coming eye to eye. They stand in the center of the ring and they embrace one another with a handshake.)

James Peters: Man, we know what’s about to happen. Exactly what they said would happen. Minerva’s about to leave the chamber and give the win to Drake King, meaning the champion will retain his title after such a violent, bloody and hard fought war on every side.

Minerva: (off-mic) No one but New Eden.

( She cracks a grin at the man whose been by her side since February. )

Drake King: (off-mic) No one but New Eden.

( Drake hands Minerva the keys to the padlock and she turns around to leave. )

( Drake, however, grabs her hand and pulls her back towards him. Minerva, a look of confusion on her face, looks back at Drake as his face changes to a darker and more empty expression than we’ve ever seen from this man.)

Drake King: (off-mic) This Extreme Elimination Chamber match never should have happened…

( Drake rips the keys from Minerva’s hand and tosses them towards Jake Smith’s body. )

Drake King: (off-mic) This never should have happened.

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD, DRAKE JUST BLASTED MINERVA WITH A LARIAT AND NOW IS BEATING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HER!!!! DRAKE HAS LOST IT, HE’S BEATING THE LIFE OUT OF MINERVA, HIS TEAMMATE, HIS PARTNER, NEW EDEN!!! DRAKE IS GOING CRAZY AND JUST RAVAGING MINERVA WITH A STORM OF PUNCHES AND ELBOWS!!! A SEA OF BLOOD IS FLOWING FROM THE FACE OF MINERVA AS DRAKE CONTINUES TO JUST UNLEASH THIS ANGER ON HER AND MYLES IS SCREAMING FROM THE OUTSIDE!!! HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!!!

(The crowd explodes into shock as Myles sprints around the ring and bangs on the chamber.)

James Peters: DRAKE IS STOMPING ON THE CHEST AND SKULL OF MINERVA AS MYLES IS FREAKING OUT! HE’S PLEADING WITH DRAKE TO STOP, ABSOLUTELY BEGGING AND CRYING OUT FOR DRAKE TO STOP THIS ATTACK! BUT THERE’S NO REASONING WITH THIS MAN, DRAKE KING IS OFF THE RAILS!!! MYLES IS BANGING ON THE CHAMBER DOOR AND TRYING TO PRY THIS PADLOCK OFF, BUT HE CAN’T DO IT!!!

(Drake King throws the bloody mess that is Minerva to the canvas and drags her closer to the chamber door, right in front of Myles. Drake walks over to the branding iron, picks it up and then tilts his head to the sky, taking in deep inhalation and now turning his attention back to Myles and Minerva.)

Rich Russillo: COME ON DRAKE, THIS IS HOW MANY MONTHS OF DEDICATION AND PARTNERSHIP YOU’RE SHATTERING HERE! EAW’S MOST DOMINANT AND COMMANDING FACTION HAS EXPLODED INTO A MILLION PIECES AND DRAKE KING IS ABOUT TO SET THEM ALL ON FIRE! HE TURNS ON THE BRAND AND APPROACHES MINERVA.

Myles: DRAKE, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, I’M BEGGING YOU! PLEASE, DRAKE, PLEASE DON’T! OH MY GOD, DRAKE, STOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS??

(Drake stares deeply down at MInerva, a look of almost sorrow on his face, then gazing at Myles and that look turns into pure anger and hatred.)

James Peters: DRAKE, DON’T! NOOOOOO!!!!!! DRAKE DRIVES THE BRANDING IRON INTO MINERVA’S SHOULDER! SHADES OF THE SICK FUCKING ACT HE UNLEASHED ON DARCY MAY MORGAN AT THIS VERY EVEN LAST YEAR! DRAKE JUST BRANDED THE WOMAN HE ONCE SHARED EVERYTHING WITH!!!!!! SOMEONE STOP THIS!!

Rich Russillo: OH MY GOD, SOMEONE STOP HIM! SERIOUSLY, SOMEONE FIND A WAY TO GET THAT DOOR OPEN!

(Myles is exploding in anger and emotion, he can’t take his eyes away from this horror that’s in front of him.)

James Peters: MINERVA IS WRITHING AND WINCING IN PAIN, SCREAMING BARELY, BUT SO BEATEN, SHE CAN BARELY EVEN SCREAM! DRAKE KING REMOVES THE BRAND FROM HER SKIN AND I CAN SEE THE SKIN BOILING ON HER BODY FROM THAT BRAND! JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?!?

(Drake King creeps over to Myles with an unapologetic and spiteful look on his face.)

Drake King: (off-mic) You should have never allowed her insolence.

(Myles sprints up the ramp, looking on the side of the stage in the crew equipment for anything to open the chamber.)

Rich Russillo: MYLES HAS A PAIR OF BOLT CUTTERS! HE HAS A PAIR OF BOLT CUTTERS! AND NOW HE SPRINTS BACK DOWN THE RAMP- HE’S TOO LATE-

James Peters: DRAKE KING RUNS TOWARDS MINERVA AND CRUSHES HER SKILL WITH A ‘BOOK OF DRISTIANITY’!!! THE ‘BOOK OF DRISTIANIITY’ KILLS OFF THE LAST REMAINS OF NEW EDEN AS DRAKE FALLS INTO THE COVER OF MINERVA.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Braxton: MINERVA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! THEREFORE YOU WINNER AND STILL EAW WORLD CHAMPION… DRAKE KING!!!!

( But no one is listening to Bella Braxton. )

Rich Russillo: DRAKE JUST RETAINED HIS TITLE, BUT MYLES CLIPS THE DOORS OPEN FINALLY AND NOW THE CHAMBER DOOR IS OPEN! MYLES SOARS INTO THE CHAMBER WITH THE BRIEFCASE AND SLAMS IT INTO DRAKE’S FACE! CRUSHING DRAKE KING WITH IT AND NOW BEATING THE EVERY LAST BREATH OUT OF DRAKE KIN G IN A BLIND FRENZY! OVER AND OVER MYLES DRIVES THE BRIEFCASE DOWN INTO THE FACE OF DRAKE KING!

Persephone: :mjcry: I want Rex to fight for me like this one day.

James Peters: DRAKE DESERVES EVERY BIT OF THE BEATING HE IS GETTING RIGHT NOW! MYLES IS SEEING RED! ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS WHAT DRAKE KING JUST DID TO MINERVA!!!!

(The crowd somewhat cheers, but also remains still in disbelief of what’s unfolding right now.)

James Peters: MYLES SHARING THE BLOOD FROM DRAKE KING’S BODY NOW AND HE IS LANDING EVERY LAST BLOW WITH VICIOUS AND MURDEROUS INTENT! ELBOWS AND PUNCHES ONTO THE FACE OF DRAKE, PRESSING HIS FOREARM ON DRAKE’S THROAT AND NOW DROPPING A SHARP ELBOW ONTO DRAKE’S FOREHEAD! MORE PUNCHES AND JUST EVERY LAST BLOW MYLES CAN LAND BEFORE EXHAUSTING HIMSELF, FALLING BACK TO THE CANVAS AND GRABBING THE LEG OF MINERVA.

Rich Russillo: MYLES DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO OR HOW TO FEEL RIGHT NOW, HIS WORLD WAS JUST SHATTERED! THE WOMAN HE LOVES WAS JUST BRUTALLY ATTACKED TO THE POINT OF DEATH BY A MAN HE PUT HIS GREATEST FAITH IN! THEY TRUSTED DRAKE KING FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!

(Myles looks at Drake, then he looks back at Minerva…a look of sheer rage boils in the face of Myles as he grabs the Cash In The Vault Briefcase and runs out of the ring.)

Rich Russillo: WAIT..WAIT…I THINK IT’S TIME! I THINK HE’S DOING IT! ALKDDKODLDLFOFLLFLFO, I THINK HE’S CASHING IN!

(Myles tells the referee to ring the bell and that he’s now cashing in the Cash In The Vault Contract.)

James Peters: HE IS! MYLES IS CASHING IN! MYLES IS CASHING IN ON DRAKE, DRAKE KING IS DONE AND BEATEN, MYLES IS ABOUT TO CASH IN AND TAKE THE TITLE!

(The crowd erupts in cheers and excitement as Myles runs back into the chamber.)

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, MYLES IS CASHING IN HIS CASH IN THE VAULT CONTRACT! MEANING THAT THIS MATCH IS FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPPPPPP!!!

DING! DING! DING!

James Peters: OH MY GOD, MYLES SLIDES INSIDE THE RING AND HE BRINGS THE BRIEFCASE WITH HIM! HE SLIDES IT IN THE RING AND NOW SCOOPS DRAKE UP IN PUMP-HANDLE POSITION! HE LAYS DRAKE KING OUT WITH A DE FACTO ON THE BRIEFCASE!!!! HE SLAMMED DRAKE FACE FIRST WITH THAT DE FACTO, RIGHT ONTO THE BRIEFCASE AND NOW HE KICKS IT TO THE SIDE, DROPS DOWN AND COVERS DRAKE KING! MYLES FOR THE EAW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Rich Rusillo: OH MY GOD, MYLES DID IT, MYLES IS THE NEW EAW WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!

Persephone: HOLY SHIT!!

James peters: OH MY GOD, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?!?!

Bella Braxton: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, HERE IS YOUR NEWWWWW EAW WORLLDDDDD CHAMPIONNNNNNNNNNNNN, MYLLLLLLLESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

(The crowd cheers as Myles stands over the lifeless, broken, bloodied and beaten body of Drake King. Myles is handed the title by the referee, but he only stares at it for a few seconds with empty eyes. He drops the EAW World Championship onto the chest of Drake King and spits on him.)

Myles: (off-mic) I hope it was all worth it you glorified piece of fucking garbage. Fuck you.

(Myles turns away from Drake, picking Minerva up in his arms and cradling her. Myles is beside himself as the love of his life is laying limply in his arms. Very gently, Myles carries Minerva out of the chamber, walking her down the steps. Her arms unconsciously swing beside Myles as he carries her up the ramp, doing as much as he can to keep people from gawking at her. The fact the only thing on his mind right now is preserving his girlfriend’s dignity is telling at how much the relationships he’s built means to Myles and how little something like the EAW World Championship means to him.)

James Peters: I-

Rich Russillo: Truly, there is nothing to say. Oh my god.

( Loud sniffling is heard as Persephone, of all fucking people, is ugly crying at the scene of love and devotion that just played out in front of 70,000 plus people. )

(Myles cradles Minerva tightly as he walks her up the ramp and through the curtain.)

(The shot fades to black.)

(Promotional ad for Road to Redemption, where ToXXXin faces Drake Armstrong, Hans Grayson and Kai Rabeaux.)

(Voltage returns to ringside, and the camera pans towards the stage as ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ by White Zombie hits. This causes a loud, mixed reaction to come from the fans in attendance as Minerva, Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes all begin to make their way out to the stage. The three members of ToXXXin are all holding microphones in their hands, and they all have smirks on their faces following last week’s events, where Minerva was able to defeat Drake Armstrong. As the three Elitists head towards the ring, the wide range of reactions continue.)

Rich Russillo: Last week this trio scored a huge win, as ToXXXin earned the right to choose the stipulation for their match against Drake Armstrong, Kai Rabeaux and Hans Grayson at Road to Redemption.

Thadd Blazevich: That was a big win bro, and now I think it’s about that time for the awesome reveal! What kind of stipulation are we gonna see at Road to Redemption??

Persephone: Hopefully something good. It’d be really annoying if this turned out to be a waste of time.

(The three members of ToXXXin make their way down to ringside, and each of them make their way into the ring before ‘Blood, Milk & Sky’ begins to fade out. After this, Minerva begins to speak, the smirk on her face widening.)

Minerva: What more needs to be said? Dominance was promised, and already we’ve taken a step forward at the expense of the same individual who led the trio of men who have spent this season under the delusion that they were the Elitists at the top of this brand. Drake Armstrong thought his winning ways would lead him to a victory against me, and it’s this same arrogance that led him to dragging his War Games companions to a match against us at Road to Redemption. As you can see, his arrogance comes with its consequences.

(This receives another mixed reception, but there are some more cheers now solely due to the disdain the fans hold for Drake Armstrong. Selina Reyes takes a step forward after this, beginning to speak.)

Selina Reyes: It was to be expected. I’m not sure about Hans Grayson, but Drake Armstrong and Kai Rabeaux seemed awfully confident in their chances of defeating us, and right about now I’m sure that confidence is wavering. We told them what would happen and they didn’t listen, and now as if they didn’t have enough on their plate, they now have to deal with the fact that their fate is entirely in our hands. They were never going to win at Road to Redemption. As soon as this match was made it was clear what the outcome would be, but now we have the chance to determine just how bad this loss will be for them, as we now have the opportunity to decide what the stipulation for this match will be.

(There is a confident look on the face of Selina Reyes knowing that the members of ToXXXin have the advantage, and after a moment, Danielle Atlas begins to speak.)

Daniella Atlas: They were already fighting an uphill battle, that much was certain from the moment we set our sights on them. However, Hans Grayson’s inability to co-exist with his allies has only made their problems worse. They are tearing each other apart from within, and if they can barely hold themselves together, how could they possibly expect to be a strong enough force to take us down at Road to Redemption? We targeted the three men who won the War Games match, but when we face them at Road to Redemption, they will not be three men united, ready with a plan to take us down. They will be a shell of the team they once were, trying as hard as they can to hold onto whatever bond they may have had inside of that cage solely for the sake of avoiding being wiped out by us once again.

Minerva: Unfortunately for them, they will fail.

(After saying this, Minerva’s grin briefly drops as she shows a more focused look on his face.)

Minerva: There is no escaping the inevitable at Road to Redemption. We wanted this fight for a reason, and the next step is simply continuing to make good on our promises. My victory over Drake Armstrong was merely the beginning. The beginning of a very, very long road that’ll be paved with the blood of those who stand in our way. Try as they might, there is no winning this match. Whether they are able to realize this doesn’t concern me, though. Should they overcome the issues plaguing their team, I’m certain they’ll provide a better fight. However, the result won’t change as long as their opponents are the three of us. Between last week and what’s to come at Road to Redemption, “Team War Games” only have themselves to blame for this. A message was sent last week, and though this should already be clear, I can assure you that even worse will come at Road to Redemption, when we face them in a-

(Before Minerva could finish speaking and reveal the stipulation for the trios match, ‘Pride and Arrogance’ by Takeru Kanazaki hits. The three members of ToXXXin turn towards the stage, and Drake Armstrong begins to walk out to the stage. Kai Rabeaux joins him, and slowly but surely, Hans Grayson can be seen trailing behind following the conversation the three men had backstage. They are all holding microphones in their hands, staring at the members of ToXXXin as they walk down the ramp.)

Rich Russillo: Here comes team War Games, and to their credit, it seems they are at least heading to the ring together. To be honest, I am kind of surprised they were able to get on the same page after what happened last week, but I’d say Kai helped things in that regard.

Thadd Blazevich: He did, but the tension is definitely still there, bro. Drake and Hans clearly don’t like each other, and dude, I think all bets are gonna be off once that trios match is over.

Persephone: So are we just gonna ignore the fact that Minerva was about to reveal the stipulation? Why would these idiots ruin that? God, this better not be a waste of time.

(As the three Elitists approach the bottom of the ramp and make it to ringside, Drake Armstrong begins to speak, staring at Minerva.)

Drake Armstrong: Minerva, the three of you don’t genuinely believe that last week’s events were a representation of what’ll occur at Road to Redemption, do you?

(Drake, Kai and Hans each begin to enter the ring. Minerva looks amused by Drake’s question, and as they enter the ring, she begins to respond.)

Minerva: What if I do?

Drake Armstrong: Then you are even more foolish than I had imagined, and you are leading your allies to defeat. Are you sure you wish to expose Elitists such as Selina Reyes and Daniella Atlas to your weaknesses?

Minerva: I don’t believe the “weaknesses” of myself nor ToXXXin are what you should be concerned about Drake, as it was your own weaknesses that cost you what would’ve been your greatest advantage.

(The two Elitists stare at each other for a moment, and Drake is still clearly annoyed about his loss to Minerva. However, Kai begins to speak up before the back and forth between the two could continue.)

Kai Rabeaux: Last week’s events were frustrating, but have you already forgotten what we’ve had to conquer to find the success we have to begin with? We didn’t walk into War Games as friends. We walked into War Games willing to put any differences we may have to the side for the sake of winning a match each of us knew would be beneficial to our careers. We found ourselves united for the sake of victory, not because it was easy, but because it was the smart decision. The three of you say that Road to Redemption will not turn out the same way, but we have already proven that War Games was not a one-time occurrence at Wicked Games. It shouldn’t take any convincing for the three of you to understand that we’re capable of focusing on what’s truly important, not unless the three of you are that desperate to convince yourselves of your chances of victory.

(Daniella Atlas just shakes her head, not impressed by what Kai Rabeaux had to say.)

Daniella Atlas: Convince ourselves? Kai, I don’t believe there is anything we need to convince ourselves of. Minerva defeated Drake Armstrong. You saw this with your own eyes, much like you were forced to watch as I won our fatal four way match weeks ago. Victory isn’t just a possibility for the three of us. We are here to make victory a certainty, so as Minerva said, it’d be great if you were truly able to work past your differences. I welcome the idea of you all working as a true unit, entirely unlike the charade Hans put you two through last week. Come Road to Redemption, you will learn that we are unlike the alliances you were able to find your success against, as even your best will not be enough to put us down. We are undeniable, and if you wish to remain ignorant due to your blind faith in a group barely hanging on, it should come as no surprise to you when Road to Redemption doesn’t end how you had hoped.

Kai Rabeaux: Your threats mean nothing to me. I will not walk into Road to Redemption concerned with a fraudulent victory from weeks ago. I wanted my chance to correct that error on my own, but now that things have turned out like this, I suppose it’s only right that you’re humiliated in a match of your own choosing.

Daniella Atlas: Fraudulence is quite the excuse, but very well. There will be no denying the result once the three of you have all been taken down.

Selina Reyes: That is, assuming the three of you even make it to the end of the match together.

(The members of ToXXXin look at Hans Grayson after saying this, and Hans just sighs.)

Hans Grayson: Listen, I’m not going to be the one that lies and pretends I want to be here. I don’t want anything to do with Drake Armstrong and I haven’t wanted anything to do with him for a while now, but I already don’t have a choice, and besides, it’s like Kai said. All I need to do is go through this match and I can finally settle things my way, so until I make it there, there’s no reason I need to lay down and be a doormat for the three of you. I’m tired of being randomly attacked and being forced into messes that should have nothing to do with me, so if you guys are going to make a big deal out of what I did last week and hold that against us, you’ll need to also keep in mind the fact that even with our problems, I was the one that got us the win at Wicked Games. I know how to put my problems to the side for the win, and better yet, I know how to defeat some of the best this company has to offer.

(Grayson’s words cause cheers to come from the fans in attendance, but as the fans quiet down, Minerva begins to respond.)

Minerva: You are not merely preparing to face “some of the best” right now, Hans. You are preparing to face the Elitists responsible for the state this brand will find itself in for the foreseeable future. Daniella Atlas and Selina Reyes are the future of this company, and that much is a given. Drake Armstrong questioned me for my willingness to work alongside Elitists who through siding with an established veteran such as myself would have the chance to stab me in the back for their own sake, but Drake, you better than anyone should understand the value that comes from alliances such as this. The three of you claim that you are working through your differences, and I will not argue whether or not this is true, because a problem like that is the least of our concerns. We all have a common goal that extends far beyond making it through just one match, and unlike Drake, I have no intentions of playing puppet master.

Minerva: Drake, all of your problems were self-inflicted. You and Hans have never been friends, but it is you that reignited the hatred he has towards you. It is you that made it so that Hans ever even struggled between his own success and preventing yours. Do not question us if you’re unwilling to take a look at your own team, because no matter how badly you wish to tell yourselves that you’re ready for this match, there is one thing I can assure you of. You are not as prepared for war as we are.

(Hans Grayson doesn’t respond to what Minerva had to say, but Drake Armstrong is quick to step in.)

Drake Armstrong: You’re promising a result that won’t happen. Of course I questioned your decision to form an alliance that has been formed only to further your legacy, knowing that it’d only be a matter of time before Daniella and Selina no longer have anything to gain from working with you. It’s only natural that I do so, because the last time the weaknesses of my opponents went ignored even after I told them exactly what was going to happen, the Junior Captain Cody Maverick led his team to failure. Before that, a match full of Hall of Famers and former World Champions could do nothing to prevent us from winning War Games. You feel as if you are an exception because Daniella and Selina have left their past as opponents behind, but your unity will not be the deciding factor of this match. You will fall, because your opponents are better than you. Once that happens, I’m sure everyone will understand that you are not the biggest threat this brand has to offer anymore. Everyone, including the two women standing next to you.

Drake Armstrong: Last week’s match meant nothing. That loss will hold no weight once Road to Redemption arrives, as the three of us will do what we always have, and crush our enemies. If dominance is what you wanted you should have targeted anyone else on this roster. Instead, you targeted the pinnacle of this brand, and the true future of this company. That was a mistake you’ll come to regret, but not before you pay for your actions.

(The fans boo Armstrong, but Drake pays the fans no mind as he stares at Minerva. There is a brief staredown between them, until finally Selina Reyes shakes her head, speaking up.)

Selina Reyes: I’m not going to keep waiting around going back and forth over what we already know. Drake, you are a delusional man who is in for a tragic night at Road to Redemption. You wanted this match so badly you were willing to give up your favor in order to make sure it happens, but when it’s done you’re going to wish you never made such a mistake. Each of you wants to declare yourselves the future, but the future is decided by those who are able to walk out of this season on top. The three of us are only getting started, and Drake, what do you think comes next after we’ve defeated the Cash in the Vault holder, the 24/7 Contract holder, and the King of Elite in one match? You may think you are the most dangerous individuals on the roster because of your contracts, but this victory will prove that we were the most dangerous all along, and we will continue to run through everyone in our path until this season has reached its end.

(After saying this, Selina turns towards Hans.)

Selina Reyes: It is too bad you were once again forced into this. Now, you’ll have to go down with the rest of the ship, and take what I can guarantee will be a devastating loss in the final marquee event of the year.

Hans Grayson: Don’t be so sure. Like I said, I’m not just going to let myself get attacked without doing anything about it. Whether I like the circumstances or not, you guys picked a fight with me. I’m not going to let that go so easily.

Daniella Atlas: That is fine, but what would you say “doing something about it” entails? Complaining about your association with Drake Armstrong without actually doing anything about it? Throwing tantrums because you were unable to defeat me? Losing to Minerva, in partial thanks to the team *you* created? All three of you have unresolved issues, and when I say this I am not referring to the hatred you have for each other. I’m talking about the fact that you all have done nothing but behave like children, and while this kind of mindset may have passed in War Games, I have no intentions of losing to the likes of you three.

Hans Grayson: Well I’d know best that not all of us can get our way. I know how tough Minerva is. All three of you, I know what you’re capable of, but that doesn’t mean anything to me right now. Right now, I want to get this over with and end my year on a high note, and I know I’m more than capable of doing so.

Kai Rabeaux: The three of you presented yourselves to us, stepping in our way for no reason but to offer us the opportunity to leave Road to Redemption with yet another victory against those championed on this brand. The discussion of Road to Redemption’s victors ended the moment this match was made official. The three of you are wasting time, and ultimately your words will prove weightless as the result you see is the exact fate you were promised from the very beginning.

(There is clear tension in the ring between the two teams, with all six Elitists seemingly prepared for things to get out of hand. However, Minerva once again begins to smirk, keeping her composure as she begins to speak once more.)

Minerva: We’ll just have to see about that, but since the three of you appear so confident, I suppose now would be the right time for me to get to what I was saying before I was interrupted.

(This catches the attention of the fans in attendance, who wait with anticipation as Minerva continues.)

Minerva: We have no intentions of making Road to Redemption a good time for the three of you. This is not just war. This is going to be a bloodbath. I suggest the three of you avoid walking into Road to Redemption unprepared, because this is going to be a Razorwire Deathmatch.

(Hearing this causes the crowd to explode with cheers, excited after hearing the stipulation that’ll be used for this match. The three former War Games do not back down after hearing this, but Minerva doesn’t appear to be finished.)

Minerva: It’s true, it is us who wanted a fight. However, we’re not here for your benefit, and assuming otherwise is the kind of arrogance that is going to get you hurt. Last week should’ve told you what you needed to know, but you did not listen. Take this as a final warning. This will not end well for you. Not at all.

(After saying this, Minerva tosses away her microphone.)

Rich Russillo: AND MINERVA SWINGS AT DRAKE ARMSTRONG! IT LOOKS LIKE THE TIME FOR TALKING IS OVER!

Thadd Blazevich: ALL SIX ELITISTS ARE GOING AT IT, IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE JUST ITCHING TO START FIGHTING, BRO! I THINK IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE THINGS ENDED UP LIKE THIS! SELINA REYES AND HANS GRAYSON ARE FIGHTING, DANIELLA ATLAS AND KAI RABEAUX, AND DRAKE ARMSTRONG AND MINERVA ARE ALL GOING AT IT!

Rich Russillo: SELINA WAS ABLE TO BACK HANS TOWARDS THE ROPES- BUT SHE WENT IN FOR ANOTHER ATTACK, AND HANS WAS ABLE TO DUCK UNDER BEFORE THROWING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE! HANS IMMEDIATELY RUNS THE ROPES AFTER THIS, BEFORE TAKING SELINA OUT WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!!!

Thadd Blazevich: YEAH, BUT LOOK WHAT JUST HAPPENED AT THE SAME TIME, BRO! DANIELLA ATLAS JUST TOOK HERSELF AND KAI RABEAUX OVER THE TOP ROPE AND OUTTA THE RING WITH A CLOTHESLINE!

Persephone: Yeah, the brawl pretty much just spilled out to ringside other than with Drake and Minerva, who are still in the ring going at it.

Rich Russillo: Hans Grayson tried to swing at Selina, but Selina caught it before slamming Hans’ head into the ring post! Selina grabs Hans’ head after that, SLAMMING HIS HEAD INTO THE POST AGAIN, DROPPING HANS TO ALL FOURS TEMPORARILY! Selina digs under the ring, taking out a light tube!

(*CRASH!*)

Rich Russillo: AND SELINA SMASHES IT ACROSS THE BACK OF HANS GRAYSON, DROPPING HANS! Selina takes out a second one, AND SHE HITS HANS IN THE BACK WITH THAT AS WELL! Selina is being relentless right now, taking out one more as she sees Hans slowly pushing himself up! Hans raises his head, AND NOW SHE SWINGS AT IT-

Persephone: UGH, BUT HANS BLOCKED IT WITH HIS ARM! It broke, but it should’ve broke across his head.

Rich Russillo: That still did some damage, AND NOW SELINA USES THE BROKEN END OF THE LIGHT TUBE TO STAB HANS IN THE SIDE, JUST AS HE GOT BACK UP! HANS IS HURT FROM THAT ONE, BUT HE’S ABLE TO LAND AN ELBOW TO SELINA TO FORCE HER TO BACK OFF!

Thadd Blazevich: Meanwhile, Kai Rabeaux was able to catch Daniella by surprise, lifting her up and dropping her face first into the barricade! Daniella fights back with a back elbow once Kai tries to capitalize though, AND NOW DANIELLA TURNS AND GRABS KAI, SENDING BRO BACK FIRST INTO THE BARRICADE! DANIELLA BEGINS PUNCHING AWAY AT BRO, AND THIS BRAWL HAS BEEN ALL OVER THE PLACE!

Persephone: Too much to keep up with, honestly. Hans got away from Selina, it looks like Minerva’s beating up Drake Armstrong, and now Daniella completely has the upper hand on Kai. She just grabbed Kai again, and she’s going for the steel steps!

Rich Russillo: He stops himself though, AND NOW HE GRABS DANIELLA, KNEEING HER IN THE MIDSECTION BEFORE GRABBING HER AND CONNECTING WITH A DDT ONTO THE CORNER OF THE STEEL STEPS!

Thadd Blazevich: Kai drags Daniella up after that, AND HE THROWS HER OVER IN HANS’ DIRECTION, SENDING HER RIGHT INTO A FLAMING PUNCH FROM HANS!!!

(Hans Grayson quickly grabs his side after connecting with the Flaming Punch, but as Daniella is down on the floor, blood can be seen beginning to drop from her head as a result of the DDT onto the corner of the steps. Meanwhile, Minerva is able to hit Drake with multiple elbows, which she follows by grabbing Drake’s head and slamming it into the top turnbuckle.)

Rich Russillo: SELINA REYES BLINDSIDES HANS GRAYSON, HITTING HIM WITH A FOREARM TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

Persephone: KAI GRABS ONE OF THE GLASS SHARDS THOUGH, STABBING IT INTO SELINA’S BACK BEFORE PULLING HER AWAY FROM HANS!

Rich Russillo: KAI THROWS SELINA INTO THE STEEL STEPS, AND NOW SHE STUMBLES BACK INTO HANS’ GRASP FOR THE IMPERIAL FLAME, RIGHT ONTO THE SHATTERED GLASS!

(Meanwhile, inside of the ring Minerva has been able to get the upper hand over Drake Armstrong, dropping him to a knee. She begins hitting him with forearms, before kneeing him in the face, causing Drake to stumble backwards into the corner of the ring.)

Rich Russillo: Minerva runs in, AND SHE JUST STARTS STOMPING AWAY AT DRAKE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL DRAKE IS JUST BATTERED! Minerva pulls Drake out of the corner, and if this doesn’t tell you just how much of a threat she will be at Road to Redemption, I don’t know what will! Minerva kicks Drake in the midsection, and he stumbles back into the ropes! Minerva now running in-

Thadd Blazevich: BUT DRAKE DROPPED DOWN WITH A DROP TOE HOLD, SENDING MINERVA FACE FIRST INTO A CHAIR SHOT FROM KAI RABEAUX!!!!

(Minerva falls backwards after the chair shot, stunned from that as Drake looks outside of the ring. He has a grin on his face as Kai enters the ring, and while Hans isn’t happy, he follows as well. Meanwhile, outside of the ring Daniella Atlas is holding her head, which is bleeding profusely, while Selina Reyes is laid out on the broken glass, which has seemingly cut her forehead after the landing. As Kai and Hans enter the ring, Kai is seen holding a razorwire wrapped chair, which he drops onto the mat, and a bag, which he opens before planting a bunch of thumbtacks onto the chair)

Rich Russillo: Drake Armstrong just removed the turnbuckle padding from one of the corners, AND NOW HE GRABS MINERVA BEFORE SENDING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE! DRAKE GRABS MINERVA, BEFORE BEGINNING TO REPEATEDLY SLAM HER FACE INTO THE POST!

(Eventually Drake pulls Minerva away from the turnbuckle, revealing blood as Minerva’s forehead has been busted open. After this, Drake turns to Hans, still holding Minerva, and gestures towards the thumbtacks. Hans looks at them, and it seems he already knows what Drake is asking for. Drake passes Minerva towards Hans, but Hans doesn’t take his eyes off of Drake, clearly not enjoying any of this.)

Rich Russillo: HANS TURNS MINERVA OVER, BEFORE PLANTING HER FACE FIRST ONTO THE THUMBTACKS AND CHAIR WITH THE IMPERIAL FLAME!!! IF THERE WAS ANY WAY TO TAKE OUT TOXXXIN, I BELIEVE TEAM WAR GAMES MAY HAVE FOUND IT! THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY’LL NEED IF THEY WANT TO WIN AT ROAD TO REDEMPTION, IN WHAT IS NOW A RAZORWIRE DEATHMATCH!

(Hans Grayson slowly pushes himself up, still holding his side after the stab with the broken glass. While there is blood coming from Hans, it is ToXXXin who is in worse shape, with each member bloody and laid out. Drake Armstrong and Kai Rabeaux both look pleased to see things end with them getting the upper hand, but Hans Grayson just shakes his head knowing he did not have a choice. Still, the three War Games teammates stand tall as Voltage begins to fade to black.)

(EAW logo buzzes.)